Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Coby immediately lifted her chin as she passed by me. “Don’t bother. I’m going home in the morning,” she replied stubbornly.
Glancing at the ceiling for patience, I shook my head and stepped inside, letting the door close behind me with a beep of the locking mechanism. “If you say so, sweetheart.”
She tossed a glare at me over her shoulder while walking ahead. I took the moment to admire the way her small hips swayed in those tight ass shorts she was wearing. Even if I hadn’t planned to snatch her tonight, I would have once the tail who’s been following her sent me the surveillance photo. My hoodie that she still wore drowned her, but it was the way she walked so confidently in those heels that had me rethinking my promise not to touch her tonight.
Mesmerized by her, it took me a little longer than I liked to realize she’d stopped walking in the center of the room and had gone quiet. She was looking around the bedroom, taking in the decor and furnishings.
Paneled windows dressed with pink chenille drapes. Baroque moldings along the ceilings and carved into the walls that were painted a pink so light it appeared white at first glance. An arched, gold antique mirror above the lit fireplace. A cozy reading lounge tucked into the corner next to it with two pink upholstered chaises—one curved and the other round—with a plush rug underneath them for her soft feet to curl into. There was a white vanity desk with gold trim and curved legs. A rare tea set I had imported from France sat on the small dining table by the windows so Coby could enjoy the sunrise in the mornings, since her suite faced east. There was even a small Juliet balcony with Pembroke balusters above the doors to her two-story closet. And then there was the bed with a high tufted headboard and a curved footboard, piled high with pink and champagne-colored bedding. The fringed rug beneath was woven with gold, silver, and pearls and cost more than I ever cared to admit. When Coby spotted it, her brown eyes glittering under the three-tiered chandelier directly above her, I decided the obscene seven-figure price tag was worth it.
“I must have imagined your bedroom a hundred times,” she said softly while looking around the room in both awe and agony. “But I got to admit this isn’t even close to what I pictured.”
“Disappointed?” I asked rather than put her out of her misery by correcting her. My teeth sank into my bottom lip to keep from laughing when she kept side-eying the hell out of me.
“No, it’s…it’s beautiful. You might not believe me, but I’ve always dreamed of having an apartment just like this. I even made a Pinterest board,” she said with a weak chuckle.
I know.
I wasn’t one for social apps, but I always did my homework, and I was shamelessly thorough. Luckily, Coby seemed addicted to social media, giving me an unobstructed insight into my future wife without her being aware.
“So what’s the problem?” I questioned teasingly.
“I guess I didn’t realize we had so much in common,” she grumbled.
“Mhm,” I hummed.
Exhaling heavily, Coby squeezed her eyes closed and then opened them again before whirling toward me. “Ocean, please tell me you have a daughter or a sister who stays here,” she begged, whimpering.
“Sorry. No kids and no sister.” Coby’s gaze widened before letting out another distressed whimper, and I burst out laughing. “The room is not mine, you brat. It’s yours.”
“Mine?” Her head snapped back. “But where do you sleep?”
“I have a suite on the west side of the second floor. The sunsets are amazing if you ever want to pay me a visit.”
Coby, who was unused to wondering how her emotions could be used against her, didn’t bother hiding her hurt feelings. “You want me to marry you, but you don’t want me to sleep in your bed?”
Pushing away from the door because I couldn’t stand how far away she was from me, I took her chin in my hand and tilted her head back to see a sheen in her brown eyes.
“I want more than just you in my bed, mo aingeal. I want to hold you in my bed, fuck you in my bed, tie you to my bed so that you can never leave it, and if I’m being real, I wanted to raze this room to the ground the moment it was completed because I knew it meant I would have to wait a little while longer.”
“Wait? Wait for what?”
“For you to accept that you’re mine. I know you feel some type of way about what I did to your brother, and I’m not going to say I’m sorry because I’d do it again. I don’t like that it’s pushed you away from me, though. Just when I finally let myself get close.”