Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Still, it was worth it.
Life had been hell from the moment I was born. But for the first time, I was enjoying the dancing flames.
She began nuzzling my neck. My blood roared in my veins, pulse pumping, quicker, harder. I balled my fists to stop myself from pouncing on her.
“Someone’s in an agreeable mood,” I croaked, my muscles bunching painfully. “If spending a few million is what it takes to make you putty in my arms, I’m happy to make it a daily occurrence.”
She sighed contently, her sweet breath fanning my face. Her lips moved down my neck, robbing me of the little sanity I still possessed.
To make matters worse for my cock, I had a conference call in ten minutes. One where I actually needed to speak.
“Apricity.” I fumbled for the button to lift the partition divider between us and Iven. “I—”
“Stop the car!” she yelped.
The Rolls-Royce screeched to a halt.
Gia bolted out the door. I followed after her out of instinct. Her heels pounded the pavement, rushing toward a Duane Reade. Unless this was about her buying condoms so we could fuck our way into next month, I was not happy about this recent development.
Also—I had a huge stack of those extra-thin Japanese condoms at home.
Gia stopped next to an elderly woman in a cleaning company uniform and a tattered coat. She was holding an unholy number of bags.
“May I help you to your car with those?” my wife inquired in her crisp English accent. “They seem quite heavy.”
The woman tilted her head dazedly. Her nose was red, and she looked exhausted. “Are you talking to me?”
“Yes,” Gia said, her voice earnest, snatching some of the bags. “Which way?”
“I’m taking the subway.”
“No, no. It’s too late and cold for that,” Gia insisted. “Where are you off to?”
“Yonkers.”
“We’ll take you th—”
“I’m calling her a cab right now.” I embraced my wife’s shoulders, physically removing her from the stranger before she started massaging her feet. “I’m sure this lady wouldn’t want to spend an entire car ride with complete strangers.”
Gia nodded thoughtfully. “Right. I hadn’t thought of that.”
I signaled Iven with my hand to call a cab. A taxi appeared less than two minutes later. I took the bags from Gia and the lady and settled them into the back seat of the cab. I ushered my wife back to our car and used enough hand sanitizer to drown a child.
Gia started thumbing through her phone, like the last ten minutes didn’t happen.
“Are you going to explain yourself?” I asked.
“What?” She pouted, then shrugged. “I care, okay?”
“Care about a random stranger?” I pressed.
“The invisible people.”
“Invisible people?”
“I mean people whose job is to take out the rubbish. Stock the shelves at the supermarket. Trim the bushes. The people society trained us to look past. Through. I refuse to do that. I always make eye contact. Smile. Ask them how their day is going.” She fell silent. “I remember once in college, I bumped into a cleaning lady in the dorms. I asked her how she was doing, and she started laughing uncontrollably, covering her mouth. I was puzzled. I didn’t think it was that odd for me to ask. Then she explained, ‘This is the first time in twelve years on the job that I forgot to put my dentures in before leaving the house. And the first time in twelve years on the job that someone has actually noticed I exist.’ It fills my cup, being kind to others.” She gnawed on her lip again. “It makes me feel…powerful.”
I studied her, in awe.
She was far too hot to be that sweet too.
“What about you?” She scooted toward me again. “Is there anything that holds meaning for you? Anything that you love?”
I thought about it, desperately wanting to care about something so I could look humane in her eyes.
“I do enjoy higher categories and operads.”
She blinked. “Anything that’s not math-related?”
“Not right now, but I’m optimistic that something is going to be your cunt.”
“I’m warming up to the idea of allowing you to test that theory.” She unbuckled and climbed over my lap, bracketing me with her thighs.
This time, I did hit the partition button, but not before barking at Iven to drive in circles until further notice.
“Wasting fuel isn’t good for the environment.” She wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’ll buy you a rainforest to atone for my sins.” My fingers sinking into her ass, I guided her to press against my cock through my gray sweatpants.
She dragged her mouth down the bridge of my nose to my lips teasingly before I slammed my mouth on hers and claimed her tongue with a feral growl. I tugged the top of her dress and bra down, freeing her tits. She yelped in surprise when I ripped my mouth from hers and clamped her nipple, tonguing and running my teeth over the tip of the sensitive bud.