Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She touches my shoulder and says, “I have to go back home in a week. Do you want to come with me? To get away?”
“Princess?” Crue says quietly from behind her. “We will be fucking on every surface of our home. Are you sure you want your sister to come and stay with us?” His words are supposed to be a whisper, but I hear him clearly.
Rya turns, her expression somehow reprimanding as she kisses his cheek reassuringly. Crue huffs, and I know she’s gotten her way. It baffles me how she has this powerful and deadly man wrapped around her finger. And yet, I wouldn’t expect anything less of my sister. Hell, even I wouldn’t screw with her.
“You can at least come two days after,” he says to me as if it is his thought and agreement before he walks away.
My sister looks over to our father. “Do you want him to organize an arranged marriage for you? Because you know he will if that’s what you want.”
No, that is not what I want at all. But when it’s implied your whole life that you’re to be wedded on someone else’s whim and then suddenly set free, it definitely fucks with you. I consider her offer. Despite my sister living in New York for the last fourteen years, I’d never visited her as I continued to study and kept my parents happy. But if Rya was able to find herself there, then maybe I could have the same luck too.
What do I have to lose, right?
“I’ll come,” I tell her.
Her expression asks if I’m sure, but she doesn’t say anything at first. Then she nods, kisses my cheek, and says, “Okay, good. It will be really nice to have you there, and we can figure out the rest I’ll start your visa process so you can work. Maybe you can try for a job? It’s usually a good way to make friends in a new city.”
I’ve never worked a day in my life, but the thought seems almost exhilarating, so I answer immediately. “That sounds really good, thank you.” Maybe I could become a new me. I could have a try at my own income and support myself instead of everything being taken care of for me.
Almost simultaneously, we feel Crue’s gaze focused in our direction as he stands near the bar, ignoring those who approach him. His attention is on only one person in this room.
“Maybe we should talk more about this later,” I say, taking the obvious hint.
Rya chuckles. “Excuse me while I attend to my husband and let him fondle me.” But then she quickly adds, “Don’t stress about being a virgin, Honey. You’ll know when the time is right.”
It still shocks me that I’d blurted that out. But worse, I’ve always thought the same, and now I don’t want it to feel special. I’d held on for too long, and for what?
I make my way to the opposite self-serve bar. Grabbing a bottle of champagne, I pour myself a glass and look at the dance floor.
“Are you still thinking about my dick?” I jump and almost spill my drink. I didn’t even hear Dawson sneak up beside me. My hand presses against my chest over my rapidly beating heart.
“I wasn’t…” I trail off.
He smirks, reaches for the bottle I put down, and pours himself a glass.
This man should not be this attractive. It’s almost a crime.
“But you are now?” His blue eyes pin me as he takes a sip of champagne. I can’t look away.
“Well, since you brought it up…” I say courageously. I haven’t been this daring with most men. But for some reason, with Dawson, it’s easy. Maybe because I know I won’t see him again.
He puts the drink down and smirks. “I know of an unused closet back there if you want to—”
“Okay,” I blurt abruptly, and he seems almost surprised. I don’t know why someone this attractive is shocked. I bet all types of women agree to whatever he wants with little hesitation. His head drops to the side, then he places my glass on the bar counter behind us. He reaches for my hand and pulls me toward the back of the room. We leave the reception, and my gaze is glued to his hand holding mine and how casually yet possessively he leads me. I’m too nervous to look in any other direction and at who might have seen us.
I can hear my heart pounding.
Am I really about to do this?
No, surely not.
Losing my virginity at my sister’s wedding? Is that really what I’m signing up to do? But then, once it’s done, it’s done, right? A new me. A decision I’ve finally made for myself.
We stop before a door, and he pulls it open to reveal a supply closet. Dawson ushers me in, then steps inside behind me, filling up most of the space, he closes the door. The light is on, and before I can nervously say anything or convince myself this is a bad idea and flee, he pushes me up against the door with a small thud. His hands are on my hips before his lips touch mine.