Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
"You were kind of given a choice. Didn't they ship you off to school?" It sounds bad when she says it like that. I know it’s the truth, but in some ways I kind of understand that my brothers and father were trying to keep me out of their line of work. They should have allowed me to make the decision for myself, but I can’t blame them for wanting to protect me.
“It wasn’t all terrible, and it was better than school back home.”
“All I’m getting at is if your dream is to have babies and be a traditional wife, then have at it. Don’t hide it because it’s not what others are doing these days. That kind of defeats the whole point of women doing what they want.” She’s right, but I can’t outright say that to Marks. We try to keep her ego in check.
“I can only see that life with one person, and he doesn't want it with me."
"Right," Marks snorts. "The man is up your ass. I had to remove him from your phone, which I should probably check again if you want."
I don't want her to check my phone, and the reason is pathetic. Before, I was getting pissed about his overbearing ways, and now I know it will break my heart to find out he's not even bothering with that anymore. Just like the pregnancy test, either outcome sucks.
"How about we get some food in us before we do anything?” I nod in agreement, food being the only thing I can agree on right now.
Chapter Eight
Z
It doesn’t take me long to throw a bag together. I can order anything I need or get it once I get there if I have to. Plus, I have my own place there, and the family has more than a few homes across Europe. All that matters is getting to her.
I’ll sleep on the plane because I know I won’t be getting any if I stay here. When I’m in the air, I’ll at least know I’m getting closer to her. That I’ll be on the same continent as her in a matter of hours.
I still don't have a damn clue what I'm going to say to her. The worst part is that fucking note. I'm sure she thinks I was apologizing for fucking her like an animal into her virgin cunt.
I run my hand down my face. This is bad. She’s obviously not only pissed but hurt as well. She may put on a tough exterior, but I know her heart. It kills me to think she is hurting because of me. Everything I have done has been crafted to not hurt her, to keep her safe. Now I’m the one who hurt her in a way I can never take back. I took a precious gift from her, and she thinks it meant nothing to me.
My mind replays what I thought had been a dream. What the hell is wrong with me? It's no wonder that when I woke up, I swore I could still smell and taste her. I thought I was going crazy, which is par for the course when it comes to me in regard to Cosima.
I adjust my cock that has been hard since I saw the blood on the sheets, which is fucked up in its own right. I should feel shame for how I took her and how I acted the next day. How I slipped out of the house without a word.
My dick doesn't give a fuck how it happened; it only wants it to happen again and again. Okay, not only my dick but fuck me. Cosima's first time should have been sweet and handled with care. There should have been candles and rose petals and whatever shit you do.
But she let me do all those things to her, didn't even fight me or run that mouth of hers that drives me crazy in more ways than one. Even when she's pissing me off, she's making me hard. Everything about her was made for me. Is perfect for me.
I lock down my shit, even pulling my hard drives out and putting them into my safe before I head out. I'm not sure how long I'll be gone, and for all I know, I might not be welcome back once everyone finds out about these feelings I’ve been harboring all this time for Cosima. They may no longer look at me the same way as they used to. Cosima is actually their flesh and blood. I’m only a boy they’d taken in out of pity.
"You." Tova's eyes narrow on me when I step out of my bedroom. "You're back." She doesn’t sound happy about that. Normally Tova is on the softer, sweeter side, even a bit meek at times.
"Only grabbing a few things." I lift my bag to show her.