Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Fine.” I swallow roughly, my heart hammering in my chest. The thought of sleeping next to his large, imposing form every single night without touching is going to be a form of torture I didn’t anticipate. “What about our friends? What do we say to them? They don’t know about my financial state.”
“And they won’t.” Dom’s voice is form. “You won’t tell them about any of this, and truthfully, they don’t need to know about the debt or that the facility is bleeding you dry. We’ll play this up. You can’t tell your friends, and I won’t tell mine, not that they haven’t seen the way I look at you. The fewer people know, the better. It protects you, it protects me, and it keeps the press out of our business. Any other questions?” He’s got it all figured out. I should have known. A man like him doesn’t come unprepared.
“Only about a dozen.” Mostly how I’m supposed to act, look, and succeed as a billionaire’s wife, but looking at his sleek watch, I realize what it is. “I can’t think of all of them now. My brain is fried, plus I need to get back to my place and get ready for work.” I stand up, smoothing my shirt into place, and look for my purse only to realize it’s on the ground near the elevator. “I meant what I said, Dom. You are not packing my things. That includes a team of whoever you can pay to do the heavy lifting.”
“You’re stubborn.” He moves with me, tucking his hands into his suit pants’ pockets.
“I’m independent, there’s a difference,” I correct. “Monday, I’ll pack everything. As for tonight, I won’t be home until late anyways. It’ll do you good to have to wait a bit.” I step closer to the handsome man who has my emotions in a tailspin. A playful smirk touches my lips and a surge of confidence overrides my anxiety. My hand touches his chest, and I close the distance between us until I can smell his expensive cologne and uniquely male scent. “Be a good boy and wait.”
“I’m many things, Cory. A good boy isn’t one of them.” Dom’s reaction is instantaneous. Before I can pull my hand back, his captures mine, pulling my flush against his body. I’m given a reminder who I’m dealing with, not just with his words, but with his body. I can feel him, all of him. His cock lies thick and heavy between us, the layers of clothing doing nothing to conceal exactly how big he is. Another time, when I’m far more brazen, I’d do something I wouldn’t usually dream of, like cup him and feel just how big he is.
He slants his mouth over mine, this time not to seal a contract. It’s a punishment and promise all wrapped into one delicious package. It’s a searing, deep kiss, stealing the oxygen right out of my lungs. His tongue parts my lips effortlessly, tasting me with a fierceness that makes my knees week. I find myself gripping his firm, solid shoulders in order to stay upright.
“See you Monday, wife,” Dom murmurs when he releases me, stepping back with a dark, satisfied smile. He brushes his lower lip with the pad of his thumb, and as much as I want to give him a smart remark, I don’t. I stay silent, turning on my heel, scooping my purse off the floor near the elevator, and practically bolting out of the penthouse. I’m really going to have to up my game if I’m going to be living with the walking, talking wet dream in a tailored suit.
CHAPTER NINE
dom
Jesus. I run my fingers through my hair while sitting at my desk. I’ve been in meetings all day, putting out fires over the phone, not to mention all the shit I handled over the weekend. The only time I didn’t work was to hit the gym in my building, eat something to keep me going, sleep, and stop by the hospital to see Cory.
After the weekend and today, dealing with a billionaire trust-fund kid whose daddy handed them a logistics empire, which the guy was running straight into the ground, was the final drop. I’d come up with a plan he didn’t like at first, but an hour into the meeting and with a hell of a lot less patience, I told him to take it or leave it. He left, throwing what could only be called a temper tantrum. The fucker will come back, and when he does, it’ll cost him.
The last thing I want to focus on is work. The only thing I care about is the clock, and my watch glares back at me. I should have taken it off hours ago. Time is moving at a snail’s pace, mocking me with how many hours are left before I can get my hands and eyes on Cory.