Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“I don’t want his money.” Out of everything I said, this is what she replies. I shouldn’t be surprised, yet somehow, I am.
“Listen to what the guy has to say and go from there, but, kitten, think about what it can do to help you. I know that while you’re a hard worker, your ultimate goal is finishing your degree. Think long-term and go from there.” Fuck, she could take what she needs, put a little bit away for a cushion, and donate the rest.
“Fine. The appointment is tomorrow? What time and how?” She isn’t convinced yet.
“Video, and ten o’clock was the earliest I could arrange.”
“I’ll go call Ophelia. I’m still on the fence about the other stuff, and I hate to admit this, but you’re right.” Letty stands up, her pussy hovering right at my mouth, and I place my hands on her thighs to steady her. I also can’t hold back from licking at her pretty, puffy lips, wanting her flavor on my tongue as much as possible. Her hands find purchase in my hair, and I take my time tasting her until she’s coming on my mouth, cheeks, and chin.
“You ready for this?” I squeeze Letty’s hand the next morning. We’re sitting at the desk in my home office, she’s in the chair, and I’m sitting off to the side.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She worries her thumb with her teeth, and I have half a mind to pull that hand away, when the screen switches to showing an older gentleman wearing a button-down shirt and tie. This must be Arnold Schmidt, the attorney handling the case. Whereas I’d have my secretary on the call first, he does things a little differently.
“Hello, Miss. Ashmoor, Mr. Carlisle. I’m Arnold Schmidt, and I have a few documents to go over. This shouldn’t take much time at all. Any questions you may have, I’ll answer them to the best of my ability. Does that sound alright?”
“Yes, thank you.” I nod, staying silent while wishing I could have the documents in front of me to read over. I’m about to ask if they can be sent when Letty does it for me. “Will you please send any papers to Matthew’s email? I’d like to see them in front of me, if possible.” I squeeze her hand in acknowledgement.
“Yes, of course. You’ll need them regardless to sign as it stands. Now, your mother and stepfather had a few investments as well as a life insurance policy. In light of Joshua’s passing, it was brought to my attention that your inheritance from your mother, where you were to wait until the age of twenty-one, would be null and void. You’re now eligible to have what your mother left behind in her passing. A total of seventy-five thousand dollars.” Letty looks from Schmidt to me. The hand I’m not holding covers her mouth as tears springing to her eyes, and her chest moves in a way that I know when this call is over, she’ll need me. “Joshua’s is a little bit more difficult, because the home and belongings, minus your mom’s jewelry, are being sold back to the state to cover the back taxes he owed. As long as everything is paid back, which it looks like it will after the appraiser sent me the documents, you should receive an additional one hundred thousand dollars,” Schmidt finishes. Letty turns her body into mine, clawing at my shirt, trying to get as close to me as possible. I lift her out of her chair to place her in my lap. My arms wrap around her body. She’s shaking and crying, deeply emotional, and saturating my shirt.
“Thank you. Is there anything else?” I try to wrap this up so I can tend to Letty.
“That’s all. I’ll send you the documents, and as soon as those are filled out, we can transfer her mother’s portion and then later on her stepfather's. I know this is a lot, especially after what you’ve told me. Please accept my apologies once again.” I finish the conversation and hit the end button before I slide one arm beneath Letty’s knees, the other around her waist, her arms are already around my neck, and I stand up.
“Hold on for me, kitten. Gonna get us somewhere comfortable and hold you through this pain,” I mutter quietly near her ear. She’s breaking my damn heart. Sadly, this isn’t something I can fix for her. All I can do is hold her through it.
The minute we’re in the bedroom, my knee hits the mattress, and I situate us so that she’s facing me, her leg thrown over my waist, and my leg wedged between her thighs. I keep Letty in my arms while I reach for the duvet. Neither of us bothered with making the bed. I couldn’t give a single fuck about the damn thing, and Letty was too busy pacing the floors awaiting this call.