Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
When I stand, her gaze goes right to my hard cock. She licks her lips. Fuuuuck.
“Out. Now. Before I change my mind.” I feint toward her, and she turns and runs from the kitchen.
“Left!” I call, and she follows my instruction as I’m hot on her heels.
When she pushes through the door to the garage, I catch her and pin her against the wall, kissing her hard again as she grips my sides. I’m trying to let her leave, but I’m having all sorts of trouble going through with it.
“I have to go,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“Okay.” I kiss her again.
She moans, her fingers tangling in my hair. We kiss for a while longer, my need for her like a raging inferno.
“Avery,” she gasps and turns her head. “I have to go.”
I groan my eyes and finally release her. “Take the Rover. It’s automatic.” I reach above her and pluck the keys from the wall. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“You’re coming to the shelter?” she asks.
“I’m going to make sure you get there safe, go transact my business in the city, then come back to you. After that, I’ll follow you home, lick your juicy cunt, get married, and then fuck you so good you’ll beg me to keep you captive forever. Agreed? Good. Let’s go.”
12
MARIGOLD
Avery followed me all the way to the shelter and even walked me inside. Once we got inside, he didn’t linger. Only long enough to hand over a check. A giant one at that. But in that small time, he made sure to let it be known that we’re engaged.
Now everyone is talking about him nonstop. Going on and on about how great and wonderful my new fiancé is. They won’t knock it off. I, too, might have been a bit flabbergasted when he’d handed over a check for half a million dollars and then told them there was more where that came from since I was going to be his wife.
Then he strolled out as though it were just another day. Once he was out of sight, the entire staff focused on the ring on my finger. I have to give it to the man, he’s good. A real smooth operator.
“Where did you two meet?” Dr. Amarie asks me.
“A greenhouse.” I decide to go with the truth. I mean, that is where we met.
“A greenhouse?” Of course she’s confused. I don’t have a house with a yard. Why the hell would I be in a greenhouse? I’m not going to have a garden. “Did you have to go for one of your cleaning jobs?”
“Yes.” I’m thankful I don’t have to lie. “It’s been a bit of a whirlwind.”
“It must be. I remember you saying last weekend that rich men were the worst kind of.”
I had said that after cleaning Mr. Hoover's house one day.
“They are.”
“But now you’re marrying one?”
“I’m going to take them down from the inside.”
Dr. Amarie cackles at what she thinks is a joke.
Is it a joke? Could I ever take down Avery? In his sleep maybe? I’d probably get distracted with his handsomeness and end up staring at him and forget that I’m supposed to be robbing him blind. Or he would wake up and give me one of those mind-blowing orgasms. That always sidetracks me.
Though, so far I’ve made out good. I bet I’ll get a pretty penny for this ring, and he donated money to the shelter already. If anything, I’m becoming a way better thief than I’ve ever been. Wait, am I a gold digger now?
“I’m going to check the water bowls,” I tell Dr. Amarie as she continues to laugh. I don’t want to answer any more questions. I just want to visit my furry little friends and forget about all the craziness of the last few days. It’s going to be hard since I have a giant sparkly reminder on my finger.
“I’m running to the bank,” she shouts as the door to the back closes behind me. I have no doubt Avery’s check is going to clear.
Somehow, the kittens do get me to forget about last night. The bad parts at least. My mind still drifts to Avery’s kisses and the sweet, firm way he was with me. I really have no idea what to make of this man. He’s clearly crazy, but then aren’t we all in our own ways?
I huff. I’m already making excuses for this man. Shouldn’t I be running? I could be out the door and into the fancy Land Rover and halfway across the state before he knows I’ve slipped out of here. I’d pawn the ring and then what? I guess I could live off the money I get from it for a while. But he’d find me. I don’t know how, but he would.
I’m not entirely sure who Avery is, but he’s a man with very interesting skills. You don’t learn to snap a neck one-handed at some self-defense class. Then be so cavalier about it. There had been no fear of what the outcome could be.