Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
She had protested in sheer embarrassment and shock, trying to push him away, but then she had felt his tongue lining her folds, and she had fallen back against the hay, legs falling open, no longer able to refuse him.
When they had gone canoeing, he had taken them just far enough for no one to see them, and there he had taught her to pleasure him with her mouth. And yesterday—-
Color crept up Kyr’s cheekbones. He had been getting a haircut in the resort’s salon when he had noticed the way another customer was staring admiringly at Pollyanna, who had been seated next to him. Jealous, possessive rage gripping him, he had barely been able to wait until his haircut was done before dragging Polly to the salon’s restroom. Locking the door, he had then ignored her confused questions, seated her on the countertop, and then he had fucked her with his fingers until she was crying his name out.
Loudly.
Enough for everyone in the salon to hear her, including the asshole that had dared poach on Kyr’s territory.
She was the most irresistible woman in his eyes now, but somehow he managed not to completely cross the line and take her innocence. It was his one promise to himself he was determined not to break. If she left the island still a virgin, surely that would help her move on more easily?
But all this changed when he went to fetch Pollyanna in her home and came face to face with a sobbing Dinah in the living room.
She hastily wiped her tears away, saying, “Pollyanna’s not back from the field yet.”
He told himself he shouldn’t care why she was crying, but instead he heard himself ask stiffly, “What’s wrong?”
She stared at him, stricken.
Ah.
He said harshly, “What is it?”
Her hand trembled badly as she took a piece of paper from the coffee table and handed it to him wordlessly.
It was a letter from Ana, telling her parents that she was going to be married, and she would rather that they didn’t come because she had already made up a story about her parents being dead.
That was the moment he knew.
He had always thought he was holding himself back with Pollyanna because he didn’t want her hurt. And that was true, but not completely so. Kyr had held himself back because he hadn’t wanted Pollyanna hurt if Ana came back to him. A part of him had still been waiting for Ana to return, and that part of him had been ready to take her back.
But now he knew that wasn’t ever going to happen.
Because he, too, was as dead as her parents were to Ana.
Chapter Nine
“You’re acting weird,” Pollyanna ventured, but her unease was more out of concern than anything else. It was like he was drunk but not, like he was there but not there. She had been surprised to see him waiting for her at home and her godparents nowhere to be found. He had surprised her even more by telling her he was in no mood to go out and if she minded that they eat in instead.
She hadn’t of course, but she did wonder why he chose to have dinner here, when things weren’t still exactly okay between him and her godparents. She had tried asking about it once with Dinah, but when the older woman had told her it was up to Kyr to speak about it, Pollyanna had let it be.
Probably because of money, she had guessed sadly. Wasn’t that the usual thing that made rich and not-so-rich people quarrel?
“You really don’t look okay,” she said worriedly. “Do you want to go up and rest?” She expected him to refuse, but when he nodded wordlessly, her worry increased. He must really be feeling bad if he was okay with spending even more time here at home with her.
When Pollyanna took him to her room, a part of him had already expected the inevitable. The house had only two bedrooms, after all. Where else would the Floros put Polly except in Ana’s old room?
But he was even more disconcerted to find that the room had been preserved almost like a shrine.
“It looks amazingly modern, doesn’t it?” Pollyanna was grinning at him. She had the same stunned reaction as Kyr did now, the first time she had seen the bedroom. While the rest of the house felt homey and rustic, this bedroom was all urban chic, with its mix of feminine colors and use of steel and plastic. None of the stuff was expensive, but the amount of careful planning that went its arrangement succeeded in giving the bedroom a classy feel.
Seeing Pollyanna so happy about Ana’s choice of décor didn’t feel right, and he heard himself say, “I think I should go.”
Pollyanna gaped. “But you need to rest—-”
He shook his head. “Sorry,” he said tiredly. “I think it’s best I should go home. I’m not terribly good company—-” He stopped speaking when Polly suddenly bolted out of the room, as if unable to bear hearing him.