Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Old Blair would be appalled that this life doesn’t include Damien Snow’s penthouse or the elites or wealth, but she was too naïve for her own good.
She didn’t understand what real power was, what real love was.
But because of Kane, I know better.
I glance over my shoulder toward our bedroom window, and instantly, I think about how he already made love to me three times this morning and still looked like he wanted to carry me back to bed when I slipped out quietly while he took a shower.
My cheeks warm. Three orgasms and the sun had barely come up.
Unconsciously, my hand drifts to my stomach. Goodness. The fact that a small, hopeful part of me already wonders if I might get pregnant with Kane’s babies soon is…honestly ridiculous.
A month ago, I thought I needed someone rich and powerful.
Instead, I found someone whose real power is doing good. Someone protective. Someone who puts me first always. Someone who makes me laugh—which is another thing I didn’t know I needed in a man, but I do.
Someone who does what’s right, even when it’s hard.
And he’s not alone in these qualities; his brothers have them too.
When it comes to the Slater brothers, Cal is the quiet one, but every once in a while, he’ll say something so dry and perfectly timed that I lose it.
Rook is grumpy ninety percent of the time…but somehow still funny.
But Kane? God help me. That man is the biggest jokester of them all. I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in my life as I have the past forty-eight hours we’ve been attached at the hip.
And the three of them together spend most of their time trying to help women who don’t know they need it.
I hear the door behind me open.
Speak of the handsome devil.
“Thought maybe you tried to escape again,” Kane teases, and I glance over my shoulder to find him leaning in the doorway. He’s shirtless, and his blond hair is still a little damp from his shower. And his mouth is etched in a smile that has him looking entirely too pleased with himself for this early in the morning.
God, I love him.
“You’re the one who doesn’t sleep,” I point out. “I figured you’d still be upstairs plotting how to seduce me again.”
“Plotting?” His grin widens. “Pretty sure all I need to do is put my mouth on your pussy and we’re all set.”
“Shut up.” I giggle and blush and stick out my tongue at him.
He winks at me before pushing himself off the doorway and closing the distance between us. I expect him to pinch my butt or plant a big ol’ kiss on my lips, but he just wraps his arm around my waist instead.
“Love you, baby.”
I tilt my head up to press a kiss to his jaw. “Love you too.”
“I have something for you.”
My curiosity sparks instantly. “What?”
He grips my hips and turns me toward him. “I figured out a way for you to see your family.”
“What?” My breath catches. “Really?”
“Yes. Your mom, your dad, and Bonnie, too.”
“How?” I ask quietly.
“Cal helped me work out the logistics.”
Cal has this terrifying ability to hear things from miles away if he concentrates. Which means he’s been listening to elite conversations, tracking information, and piecing together movements.
“But you said they still think I’m in New York. With Damien,” I say slowly.
Kane nods. “And they’re still sticking with that story. Your parents very much think Damien is alive and well and you’re happy with him and that he plans to choose you at the Choosing Ceremony,” he says the last two words in jest.
Because it’s not a Choosing Ceremony. It’s a fucking auction. One that hasn’t happened yet but will be happening soon.
Not only are the elites actively trying to find Kane and his brothers and Kylie and me, but they’re keeping everything quiet—aka straight-up lying—when it comes to my parents.
Which means my parents are just…living their lives and completely unaware of the truth.
Kane presses a kiss to my forehead. “We’re going to meet them today.”
“Today?” My heart jumps. “Where? How?”
“A park outside Boston. Near a nature trail. It’s very private.”
I search his eyes. “But is it safe?”
“Yes,” he says. “I mean, it’s a little bit of a risk, but I know it’s something you have to do. And Cal and Rook and Kylie all support it. But we only have a short window,” he continues. “So, we have to go now.”
Emotion rushes through me so suddenly I move without thinking, but before I make it all the way to the door, I skid to a stop and run back to him.
Immediately, I grab his face and kiss him hard.
“I love you,” I say between erratic kisses all over his face. “I love you…I love you…I love you… Thank you!”
He laughs softly against my lips. “You’re welcome.”