Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“I apologize. That was too harsh. Madison is fine, but I want to meet the third woman.”
“Yeah, of course, I’ll go get her.”
I’m shaken as I fetch Valentina. She’s waiting patiently alone on a couch at the front of the office. I feel like I’m floating as I bring her back to his office, mind warped and confused from that sudden outburst—
And how now all I can think about is him face-fucking me with his big-enough-for-porn dick.
“Hey, uhm, do I look okay?” Valentina touches my arm before we reach Prime’s door.
I focus on her. She’s a thirty-eight-year-old radiologist. Very attractive, though not like the other two. Dark hair, full figure, brown eyes. She comes off as much more serious, because she is. Brittany’s a party girl and Madison’s a social climber. But Valentina’s an actual, honest-to-God adult, a successful woman with a good career and her life in order. Of the three, she makes no god damn sense.
“You look great,” I say, trying to reassure her despite wanting to tell her to run the hell out of here before Prime can do something stupid.
“Thanks, I know it’s silly, I mean this is like a business arrangement, right? I’m just weirdly nervous.”
“Don’t be. You’re amazing. Honestly, you’ll do great.”
Valentina’s smile is warm and inviting and shockingly normal. “Yeah, alright, let’s go do this.”
Prime acts like nothing happened, like he didn’t lash out. Instead, he reads her biography: grew up in Philly, undergrad at Villanova, med school at Temple, now full time at Jefferson Hospital. He places the clipboard down. “Can I be frank with you, Valentina?”
She crosses one leg over her knees. “Please, we might as well start out the right way.”
“You seem…” He trails off, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m trying to figure out why you’re here.”
“Aside from the one good night we spent together?” She laughs and the sound puts the whole room at ease. “Which you clearly don’t remember.”
“Ah, well, I mean—“
“It’s okay, don’t pretend like sex with me changed your life or something. No, honestly, I’m here for practical reasons. I’m almost forty, but I want a partner and children. I want a successful man worth building a life with. We don’t have to be in love, or even like each other all that much, so long as we can get along enough to be friendly. But that’s my one hard line: I want two children. If that changes things for you, I completely understand. I’ll enter this relationship with my own job, my own money, my own life, and we’ll go from there.”
I could scream. She’s perfect. The kids part is complicated, but my god, of the three women Valentina is by far the most realistic and serious choice. Prime can obviously see it, but he shows no more interest in her than he did the other two. He rattles off a series of pointless questions, which Valentina gamely answers, though she becomes increasingly confused right up to the point where Prime rudely dismisses her.
“We’re done?” She stands, hands clasped together in front of her. “I feel like you just spent twenty minutes blowing me off.”
Prime writes something on the clipboard. “I can’t imagine why.”
“It’s the kids, isn’t it? You won’t have to be involved if you don’t want to be. I wouldn’t hold it against you in the slightest.”
“It isn’t the kids.” He glances up. “That’ll be all, Ms. Serafini.”
Valentina looks frustrated. She starts to turn, but stops. “I’m no bullshit, Prime. I know what this is and I can handle it. You need a serious woman in your life, and I know for a fact those other two girls were pretty but empty. I’m by far your best choice. If you decide you can see it too, give me a call.”
She walks out. I move to guide her to the elevators, but she only waves me off. I sigh and turn into the office, impressed that she chose to leave on her terms.
Prime’s scribbling idly in the margins of the papers I meticulously created for him. The anger begins to bleed into my brain again.
“What the hell was that?”
He doesn’t look up. “Doing my due diligence.”
“Are you crazy? You didn’t ask a single worthwhile question. I’d know because I gave you a freaking list of them on the second page.” I sit heavily on the chair in front of him, arms crossed over my chest. “What the hell was that, Prime?”
He places the clipboard down. Each movement is slow and deliberate. His fingers intertwine as he leans forward, gaze sharpening on my lips, and I swear that hunger comes back again. “They weren’t—“ he starts to say, but stops himself.
“Weren’t, what? Perfect? Valentina damn near is. Yeah, the kids is complicated, but they’ve all got baggage.”
“They do,” he murmurs in agreement, and I’m not even sure he’s listening anymore.