Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
With a white-hot burning cheek, I stared at her, so fucking hard I might break the zipper in my jeans. I was the biggest asshole in the world for enjoying the sight of her crying over me, but I wasn’t sorry about it. “Oh baby, you’re killing me.” What I wouldn’t give to be alone with her right now, to fuck her so hard she screamed my name.
“That’s all you have to say to me?”
I stepped closer to her and lowered my voice. “Leo insisted I get a girl and he wouldn’t let up, so I had to go with it. He’s been asking a lot of questions about my personal life lately, so I told him I wasn’t seeing anyone so he wouldn’t connect the dots.”
“So you fucked a whore—”
“I don’t like that word,” I said, thinking of my mom, who’d been called that all her adult life. “And no, I didn’t fuck anyone. We played cards for a couple of hours until Leo was finally done getting his jollies.”
“Cards?” She said it with complete skepticism. “You were alone with a naked woman for hours, and all you did was play cards?”
I grabbed my phone from my pocket and pulled up the video. “Yes.” I hit play and then dragged my finger across the bottom of the screen, showing the two of us playing Go Fish for two and a half hours. “And she wasn’t naked.”
The venom in her eyes started to fade when the evidence was irrefutable.
I slid the phone back into my pocket. “Not that I haven’t enjoyed every second of this.” I cupped her cheek, and I swiped away a tear that had stuck to her skin. My hand slid into her hair, and I kissed the other one off her cheek.
She suddenly shoved me in the chest, probably embarrassed by the way she’d overreacted. “Fuck you.”
The smirk moved over my lips. “Like I’d ever fuck this up, baby.”
She leaned against her desk and crossed her arms over her chest before she wiped her face with the back of her forearm, trying to hide the evidence of her heartbreak.
“I would never fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Her eyes immediately averted, like she wasn’t ready to let go of her rage.
“We went to a couple bars, women hit on me, but I was quiet and rude until they finally gave up. It was a long, boring night. All I did was sit there and check my watch to see how much longer I had to suffer before going home to my woman. Just a month ago, I was doing that sort of thing several times a week, and now it feels like ancient history.”
She still wouldn’t look at me, but her breathing was still deep, like the adrenaline continued to be potent in her blood.
“I’ve got to get downstairs before your father loses his shit.” I walked back to her and grabbed her face with my hands. “I’ll see you at home later.” I gave her a quick kiss then moved away to leave.
But she grabbed me by the front of the shirt and tugged me back until her lips landed on mine. She kissed me as she cupped the back of my head, her other hand palming my chest, kissing me so fucking hard.
I was all over her, hooking my arm around the small of her back and pulling her in tightly, my hand diving into her curtain of dark hair, pushing her up against the desk and not giving a damn who walked in—even her father.
She finally let me go.
I couldn’t control the smirk that crept over my mouth, the way I had this woman in the palm of my hand, just the way she had me hooked around her finger. “Is this still going too fast?”
Her eyes turned angry but in a playful way, knowing full well I was mocking her for what she’d said in the past.
I smacked her ass before I turned away. “Didn’t think so.”
22
WOLFE
Now that Lombardi was no longer interfering with our shipments, we were able to get the guns without an issue. But Don Mancini was paranoid as fuck about it, so he wanted us all there to make sure there weren’t any problems.
By the time we transported the shipment and put everything in the warehouse, it was evening. On my way. I didn’t want to sound like a sexist prick, but I hoped she made dinner that night. I wanted a home-cooked meal and lots and lots of pussy for dessert. It was a fucking tragedy that I hadn’t gotten to fuck her after that fight we’d had. My cheek was still red, so I could still feel the sting of her anger…and that turned me on quite a bit.
I left down the main road and made a big detour to reach her house from a different direction, approaching her dirt road discreetly then driving through the wild brush and cypress trees before I made it to her house. I’d started to park my Range Rover around the other side of the house just so it wasn’t visible from any of the roads. Never knew if someone might stop by unexpectedly.