Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
She had Christmas socks for every day and had a Christmas shirt to wear out when she wasn’t working.
Today she was in black skinny jeans, a white and red striped shirt that said ‘Christmas Addict’ on it, and a Santa hat that looked more like a beanie than anything else.
Adorable.
So fucking adorable.
“I thought we were supposed to not see each other the day of the wedding?” I rasped, voice gritty and deep due to sleep.
“I got bored,” she said. “My hairdresser isn’t coming until noon, and I didn’t get to see you at all yesterday, so I was having withdrawals.”
I pushed the blanket down from under her, then pulled it up over her shoulders and tugged her into my chest.
She clung to me, her legs and arms wrapping around me as best as they could considering the position we were in.
Her mouth brushed mine, and she sighed against my lips. “I missed you.”
“I missed you more,” I growled, my dick getting hard at her closeness.
Then again, it didn’t take much.
“So I have some news,” she said as she ran her fingers through my beard.
I hadn’t shaved in a week, and it was getting a little bit unruly. But she liked it, so I was likely going to keep it until she told me to get rid of it.
“What kind of news?” I asked.
“The kind where my mother got sentenced to sixty years in prison.” She smiled. “She’ll die there.”
I groaned. “Thank fuck.”
“And,” she said, “I was offered a full-time position at the hospital.”
I smirked. “Good. I told them if they didn’t give it to you, I was moving with you wherever you went.”
She fisted her hands in my beard and then pulled me closer to her mouth. “And one last thing.”
“What’s that?” I spoke against her mouth.
“I told the builder that I wanted a bigger kitchen island. He said that it was going to add another thirty thousand dollars to the price of the kitchen,” she replied.
I sighed.
The house was turning into a money suck.
Not that I really cared.
I had the money.
I also got paid dividends from Castanon Enterprises via my brother, who had turned his business around in the year that he’d been out.
Another thirty K wouldn’t kill me, but it wasn’t super great, either.
“I guess we can make that work,” I said. “What made you make it bigger?”
She smiled sheepishly and admitted, “I was wrapping presents today, and I realized that I’d like a kitchen island that was big enough to wrap anything on, as well as hold a ton of food for the holidays.”
I shook my head, then rolled her onto her back.
My eyes studied her face for a long moment before I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against the small, barely visible scar just underneath her cheekbone.
She’d healed.
That didn’t mean that I wasn’t reminded every day that I nearly lost her.
All the hits that were placed on the significant others of the hospital staff in surgery that day had been cleared. Though, two had attempts on their lives—Aella nearly dying twice in a matter of hours from men that had taken up those hits.
Congressman Jimenez had been replaced, and the man that replaced him had a devotion to the Truth Tellers.
Not that we’d been trying to get anyone in Congress or anything, the opportunity had literally just fallen into Apollo’s lap, and he’d run with it.
Jimenez’s wife had moved out of state to be with her family after the ‘tragic’ death of her husband and son.
The rest of Texas celebrated because Jimenez had made many enemies, and his wife had felt the State of Texas’s displeasure.
Needless to say, Aella and I had vanquished our demons, and we were living happy and free.
“Doing okay, baby girl?” I asked, my thumb sweeping over her face.
“Just fine.” She smiled.
Every once in a while, her neck would pain her, and she’d be reminded of what she’d gone through.
On those days, I made sure to make her forget.
“Good,” I said as I started to move down the length of her body.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a grin in her voice.
“Peeling these black jeans off your legs and having myself a little breakfast,” I said as I caught her stretchy black jeans and tugged.
“The button!” she cried.
I sighed and took the time to unbutton the jeans, even though they probably would’ve slid just fine down her legs.
Luckily these jeans were looser than normal, allowing me to slip them off her hips with ease and toss them to the floor.
Her panties soon followed, and I lay flat on the bed and pushed her thighs out wide, giving me unencumbered access to her pussy.
“Why,” I said with amusement, “is your pussy all sparkly?”
She snickered. “It’s edible glitter. And it’s festive.”
“You knew what you were doing when you came over here today,” I growled as I bent down to taste that edible glitter.