Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I scoff and toss my arms in the air. I can’t win with him.
“I didn’t have a choice. Your father practically threw me at him,” I argue.
“I don’t give a fuck about that,” Dawson says, gritting his teeth as he stares at me. “I told you once before that you’re mine, and I mean it. No other man gets to touch you. Understand?”
Dumbfounded doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel. I try to rationalize what he’s saying and come up with something to reply, but before I can, his hands are on either side of my face, and he’s pulling me closer to him.
His lips crash against mine, and it feels like everything in the world comes to a halt. Dawson holds me tight as his lips move against mine, and it takes me a moment to realize what’s happening, that he is kissing me. When the reality finally sets in, I can’t help myself, and I kiss him back.
I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I part my lips for his tongue to slide inside. I let out a moan as he grazes the roof of my mouth, and he growls with satisfaction, pulling me closer.
The heat between us builds, and I feel the wetness pooling between my legs. I’m reminded of our night in the office, how he bent me over and took me, and how much I want him to do that again. He was right. I can’t forget about the way he touched me. How could I?
I’m ready for this to go all the way again. I want to feel more of him, to let his hands explore my body. But before we have the chance, the limo comes to a stop and we’re home.
Dawson pulls his mouth away from me, still holding my face as he looks deep in my eyes. “You belong to me. Don’t you ever forget that.”
He lets go of me and climbs out of the limo, leaving me sitting in the seat more confused than ever.
I hate hearing him say that. I don’t want to belong to anyone. It’s even harder when I know there’s truth to it. It’s far too easy for him to make me melt.
I don’t know what the hell I’ve gotten myself into anymore.
“One year,” I remind myself before getting out of the limo.
Chapter 11
Dawson
I’m so angry, but I swear I might have an aneurysm if I can’t find a way to calm down. A part of me wants to find Harper and fuck her senseless just to relieve some of the stress. Maybe there will be time for that later, but right now, I need to figure out what the fuck just happened.
My dad told me that Malik was going to be there, that I was going to be meeting with him. But I was pushed to the side, and Harper was the star of the show. What the fuck was that about?
I need answers, and I need them now. But I know my dad is probably still there schmoozing Malik and trying to befriend the notoriously disgusting, horrible criminal that he is.
I go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face, hoping it might calm me down a bit. Of course, it does nothing. I try taking some deep breaths and letting the stress wash away, but nothing I do seems to work.
I’ll call my dad in the morning and try to get to the bottom of all of this. There’s something he’s not telling me, and I need to know what it is. If he wants me to be doing business with him, then I need to be clued in on everything from here on out. Especially when it comes to Harper.
I’m pacing back and forth in my room, running my fingers through my hair when my phone rings. It’s him.
“Dad?” I answer, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and waiting for him to elaborate on what the fuck is going on.
“Are you home now? Is Harper with you?” he asks. I don’t hear any loud music in the background, so I assume he’s left the nightclub. Hopefully, that means Malik is nowhere nearby.
“What the fuck was that?” I can’t contain the rage in my voice, and it spills over in a way that my father has never heard from me before.
“What do you mean?” he asks, apparently deciding to play dumb with the whole situation.
“You told me I had a meeting with Malik, and you decided to parade Harper around him instead,” I explain. “A heads-up about that would have been nice.”
“I didn’t want many people to know before I knew it was official, but I can tell you about it now,” he begins, excitement light and airy in his voice. “Malik really liked her. He wants to go forward with it too.”