Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
“What?”
“He said that, umm….” She swallows the lump in her throat. “He said that I could perhaps help you organize the wedding.”
“Oh.” The penny drops as to why she’s here and I smirk. “He did, did he.”
Such a control freak.
“This is a really big honor for me.” She smiles hopefully. “He said that you might decline, but I want you to know that I am very organized and I can do all the running around for you and I’m great with spreadsheets and am multilingual. If you show me what you want I can find options and bring them back for you to look over. I can work all hours and am happy to do site inspections or anything that you may need,” she blurts out in a rush.
Hmm, that does sound pretty good, actually….
“But where do you live, is Nice too far for you to come every day? I’m based here, so I would need someone in my store with me.”
“Mr. Prescott said that a driver would pick me up and drop me off each day if you accept,” she fires back without hesitation. “And I can be your PA for other things too, not just the wedding. I could work in the store here with you when you need me, and I can help you in the office. I can do payroll and ordering.”
I can tell she really wants to do this.
“Okay, Freya.” I smile. “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.”
“Really?” She seems surprised.
“Yes. I could use the help, but you must know that maybe I will steal you away from Mr. Prescott permanently.” I throw her a playful wink.
Jonty walks around the corner and stops dead on the spot as he sees Freya, her eyes light up when she sees him and they stare at each other in awe.
Aww, cute.
Her eyes flick back to me, embarrassed that she just ogled my worker. “That could work out well.”
“Great.” I smile, my eyes flick to Jonty, who looks like he just saw a ghost. “Jonty, this is Freya, she’s going to be working with us from now on.”
“She is?” He smiles goofily.
Oh god.
“Can you start tomorrow, Freya?” I ask her.
“Of course.” She gives an awkward wave to me and Jonty. “See you tomorrow. Thank you for the opportunity.”
She disappears out the door and Jonty smiles after her. “Well, isn’t she just the most perfect thing to have ever stepped foot in here.”
“Behave, Jonty.” I air quote the word. “Work friend.”
EDWARD
“Throw the rope,” he yells.
I whip the heavy rope as it lies along the deck.
“Harder,” he yells. “Move it.”
My two arms scissoring, I whip the rope as hard as I can. It’s heavy, cumbersome, and fucking hard work. I started fully dressed, shorts, shirt, and sweater, but as the training heated up, so did I.
I’m now in shorts only, wet with perspiration, and gasping for air; my personal trainer, Marko, is kicking my ass.
Fuck this guy.
“Edward,” Marcel calls as he leans over the balcony from the floor above. “You have a visitor.”
I pant in search of air and unable to reply. I walk around in circles with my hands on my hips, trying to catch my breath. “Who?”
“Miss Anant.”
“Who?” I yell.
“Miss Anant.” His voice is muffled.
“Who?” I screw up my face. “I can’t fucking hear you.”
Isadora walks around the corner and I roll my eyes. Fucking great.
“Give me five,” I tell Marko.
He leaves us alone and disappears upstairs.
“What do you want?” I snap, annoyed.
“Hermione just tried to kill me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
EDWARD
“What?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath. It wouldn’t surprise me if I’m about to have a heart attack here….
“I thought it was a random accident yesterday but then it happened again this morning.” She screws up her face in tears. “I didn’t know what to do or where to go,” she stammers as she looks around, her eyes darting along the marina.
“Slow down,” I snap. “What happened?”
“Last night when I was crossing the street a car nearly hit me and I thought it was just a crazy driver, you know.”
“How did a car nearly hit you?”
“I was standing on the corner waiting to cross the road and a car veered off the road and went up onto the curb. Missed me by inches and it rattled me, but I thought nothing of it.”
“Okay.” I listen with my hands on my hips. “It probably was an accident.”
“It just happened again, except this time they targeted me and chased me until I ran into a store.”
I stare at her as I imagine the scenario. “Did you see who was driving?”
“They were wearing a black ski mask.” She begins to pace back and forth. “It’s Hermione, she’s going to kill me.”
“It’s not fucking Hermione.” I roll my eyes. “She’s not capable of running someone over, she won’t even swat a fly.”
“She’s hired a hit on me, then.”