Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
I have no problem walking around town where everyone stares and points. I can’t say that I blame them. Their DA had damn near convinced them that I was the guilty one. And since she was so well loved here and I hadn’t been a local in years, they’d chosen sides.
I actually enjoy making them squirm. I never forget that most of them had stood by and watched an injustice play out. There had been sides taken then too.
I guess most of them thought that since my family was already gone it didn’t make sense to destroy the lives of the young boys who’d taken them. Some had even made that very argument loud and clear.
It had helped that those boys came from wealthy families. I guess my parents’ wealth hadn’t meant anything, since they were already gone. And no one gave a second thought to the son they’d left behind.
I clenched my fists and walked away from the computer. It’s over now. You no longer have to wake up in the night screaming, drenched in sweat, with the faces of your loved ones staring sightlessly back at you as if asking where was the justice for them.
VANESSA
I rushed home, barely keeping to the speed limit and dragged on another one of my power suits, this one in black.
I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to cover up the marks on my neck and chest before I was close to pushing it and had to go.
My assistant was waiting for me practically at the door when I pulled up and I took time to grab my attaché case from the trunk, giving myself time to compose myself.
I could feel the panty liner I’d worn filling up and wondered just how much cum he’d left inside me.
“We’ve got a mess on our hands boss. I’ve already
checked and our boy’s home security bracelet never went off. He never left the house at anytime last night.”
I could attest to that but how great is it that I won’t have to. I felt better as I walked through the door and headed for my office feeling a little less like I was drowning.
Of course this meant that I had a certifiable murderer on the loose in my city, but I couldn’t help being overjoyed that it wasn’t the man I’d spent the night and morning under, in front of, on top of...
I felt my assistant Robert’s eyes on me as I pushed the door to my office and turned a stern look on him. “What?”
“Hot date?” His eyes went to my throat and he laughed.
I slapped a hand on the side of my neck and hurried my pace.
“None of your business.” Well shit! I thought I’d covered up the evidence. Obviously I’d missed a spot.
The rest of the day I was swamped with motions
and dealing with this new development. Every once in a while I’d feel that soreness between my thighs and the sweet ache deep inside and I’d stop in my tracks and think of him.
Without the phantom of a murder case between us where do we go from here? I actually panicked at the thought that he’d just been using me and now that he wouldn’t need me anymore he would just walk out of my life as easily as he’d walked in.
What the hell had he done to me? Where was my strength of character. That staunch no nonsense way I was known for? I couldn’t seem to get a grip on my emotions which were all over the place.
The big question here though was what did I want? No doubt we’d raise some brows if we became a couple. Then I had the bright idea that maybe I could keep seeing him on the sly. That’s if he was still interested.
But then I remembered who he was, and the fact that there’s no way someone like him would go for that. His cool reserve said ‘all man’ and no real man would ever want to be kept a dirty little secret.
That’s one of the reasons I haven’t had a serious relationship in so long. Most of the men I meet, are either intimidated by my brain, or my beauty. And both camps are always willing to bend over backwards to please me.
I had never found either attractive, and now after last night, I knew I would never accept anything less than a forceful man who could take me over and under with just a look.
I checked my phone for the tenth time feeling foolish. But somehow I’d expected him to call. I can’t tell him about the case, that’s for his attorneys who should be receiving the papers first thing tomorrow or the day after.
But I still wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to do more than that. But sitting behind my desk in my office was no place to be thinking about what it was I wanted to do with the delectable Claude Denning.