Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“For a baby bottle?”
“No, for fake tits. A realistic nipple prosthetic.”
“I thought the person’s real nipple was used.”
“Not always. Especially if the woman had a mastectomy.”
“I see. Okay, so he’s rich.”
“Very. Anyway, that was their obstacle, but they prevailed.”
“Love never fails,” he says, surprising me. That’s my motto and he said it.
“Yeah. So, I wanted that. I still do. So, to answer your question, I just need time. I need to make sure this is real on my end, before you get anymore caught up, because clearly you are. Who comes to Tennessee to get their girlfriend?” I question, liking the idea of being his girlfriend.”
“Better,” he says, grinning at me. He leans down and kisses me.
I kiss him back with everything in me. “Fuck, me Ayerton. Please. Please,” I beg him in between kisses. I rub my thighs together because his kisses have the ability to make me wet. Shit. The heady conversation of moments ago is far from my mind as he climbs over me and spreads my thighs wide and drags his cock over my clit.
“Fuck,” I cry out. He guides his cock into me slowly. I want to touch him, but I can’t move my hands. Alright, this is hot. He rests one hand around my throat and the other on the headboard as he fucks me silly. It’s not long before we are both coming. For the first time, I realize that we never once talked about protection, nor am I on birth control. With him, it literally never crossed my mind to make him put a condom on. What does that say about us?
After, he doesn’t say anything, but he reaches above me and uncuffs me. I rub my wrists like I’ve seen on TV, but it doesn’t really hurt. He rests on top me, and we spend the rest of the night rolling around the sheets.
Best Thanksgiving ever and the days that followed…
I think I lied when I said that I wanted space. I’m straight up pouting like a little girl because he’s gone on a business trip. That was days ago now and our last conversation plays in my head over and over. Man, I want what he wants to give me.
“You have the week that I am gone to get your head on board with your heart and body baby. When I return, everything will move forward.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, unable to look at him. I wanted him to spell it out for me.
“That means you will be living with me, wearing my ring, pregnant with my baby within two weeks.” I didn’t say anything, but now I wish I had. I wish I had told him that I wanted that too. When I saw him off at the airport, I should have said it then, before he jetted off to Japan. I’ll just have to tell him the second he gets back.
I’ll put something sexy on and go over to his place. Maybe I can use this week to learn how to cook a meal and do that. Something wifely, maybe. Maybe Jinny’s mom can send me a recipe, her food was so good.
Yeah, that’s what I do. I’ll show him that my head’s finally caught up to the rest of me.
It will be everything I’ve ever wanted.
Everything.
CHAPTER 10
AYERTON
THREE DAYS LATER
I have been in Tokyo for the last forty-eight hours on a business deal that is going to take a week to wrap up. The Japanese do business differently than us. My mind keeps going back to the day I left. Hope was at my place which is where she has been every night since I took her from her friend’s house. I was packing to leave, and she was looking at me, trying not to look sad, but failing.
“Why the face beautiful? I thought you would be happy to get rid of me?” I try to joke with her and make her smile. She looks at me, eyes wide and honest for a moment before she shutters them.
“I am. I was just thinking of everything I need to do in the coming week.” Her tone is a bit accusatory, and it makes me stop for a second.
“What’s with the tone, Hope?” Something is bothering her, and I don't want to leave with something obviously on her mind. “Talk to me.” I tell her, pulling her chin up so she is looking at me.
“I just…I have allowed myself to be in this bubble with you. You know? Lost in a Ross fog.'' She shrugs her shoulders like what she is saying is a given. “Now with you gone, I will have more time to…think. Me and thinking…not a good idea.” I hear what she is not saying. She is telling me not to let her pull away from me. Done.