Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
He leads me inside a modular office that offers views of huge cranes working in the distance and men in hard hats assembled like platoons for morning inspection.
"Take a seat, Cadence."
I do as asked and struggle not to fidget as he leans against his desk. "Have you figured out what your job is?"
I shake my head.
"Take a guess."
"Your secretary?"
"No."
"PA?"
"No."
I slowly shake my head. "I'm not sure—-"
"My mistress."
I'm about to laugh nervously but stop when he only stares at me unsmilingly.
"Which means you'll be living with me and keeping me company wherever I go."
Oh.
Okay.
I feel like I should be shocked and hurt and humiliated.
So why are the butterflies inside my stomach flapping their wings excitedly instead?
"Do you have anything to say?"
I shake my head.
"If you give up just once, I'll let you go. But that means it's completely over between us. For good."
"I understand."
"People will start talking sooner or later."
As expected, with my father's financial problems...
"And when they do—-" Keiran's handsome face hardens. "It will be just like before. No one can know we're married."
Keiran
THREE YEARS AGO
She was still in her dress when he carried her over the threshold of his modest two-bedroom apartment.
It wasn’t what she deserved.
The couch was secondhand, the lighting too dim, and the place still smelled faintly of sawdust from his last project. She didn’t seem to notice. But Keiran did. He wanted to give her chandeliers. Marble floors. A damn penthouse with her name on every deed.
And he would do so.
One day.
He would give her all of those things and more...once it was safe.
But until then...
All Keiran could do was hold his wife in a tight embrace as the innocence of her smile cleansed his soul.
“I can’t believe we’re married,” she whispered, eyes wide and awestruck.
Neither can I, Keiran thought.
She slowly reached up to touch his cheek. "And this. I can't believe I can touch you—-"
His kiss cut her off, with the sweetness of her words once again his undoing. Her lips parted under his without hesitation, her breath audibly catching as she felt him unzip her dress from behind.
It was a simple little thing, a silk sheath that followed her every curve. She had made an exquisite bride in it earlier, but just like this damn house, their hurried wedding ceremony was far from what his Cadence deserved.
One day, Keiran swore to himself. One day he would give her everything. But for now, all he could do was this.
A night solely dedicated to his wife's pleasure, and it began the moment Keiran gently laid her down on his bed.
He took his time even as desire raged inside of him. Worshipped every inch of her soft, tender skin with his lips. Ran his fingertips over her sensitive flesh like she was as precious and fragile as porcelain. Lavished attention on the pink buds of her breasts until he had her whimpering and writhing helplessly under his rigid form.
Only then did he enter her, his throbbing shaft piercing the flimsy barrier of her virginity, his mouth swallowing her gasp of shock as her body arched against his.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he started to move. Her hips meeting his every thrust as he increased his pace.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Never had he been possessive towards any woman...until her.
His Cadence was the only one for him.
She was his everything.
And when her dazed eyes lifted up to his—-
Yours.
I'm yours.
Always.
What little of his control was left snapped, and Keiran surged into her with only one thought in mind.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
He pounded into her harder and harder. Faster and faster. And so damn deep that he reached all the way to her womb—-
"Keiran!"
She sobbed his name out as she started to come, and he was right behind her, the sound of his name on her lips causing his big, hard body to stiffen just before orgasm took over, and he was filling her with his seed in powerful bursts.
His wife curled against his chest, and Keiran could not remember anyone making him feel this tender...and vulnerable.
"I love you."
She mumbled the words as her eyes drifted shut.
But just as he was about to whisper the words back, it was then he heard something.
And he knew then and there they were not alone.
Keiran waited for his wife's breathing to become slow and even before carefully slipping out of bed and arming himself.
Across his house stood a woman who looked glaringly out of place in his middle-income neighborhood with her cropped top, tattooed belly, and a leather miniskirt that could easily pass as her underwear.
He had never seen her before this, but when she saw him walking towards her, the woman's expression turned to one of longing.
Ah.
Rule #1 for concocting cover-up stories: keep it simple, stupid.
And was there any easier kiss than an affair between two people?
She handed him a phone without a word, and Keiran took it.