Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“What’s all this about?” she asked, looking quite nervous.
“It’s time I took you out,” he said.
“You’re going to kill me?” Her eyes had gone wide, and he chuckled.
“No, I have no plans to kill you.” He kissed her cheek. “However, I know what you’ve been doing. You love Halloween, and you’re trying to hide that from me, because you’re so fucking sweet and adorable. So, I’m going to treat you.”
“I didn’t do it for this.”
“I know.” That was what made her so damn special. Harper did things without expecting anything in return. She just wanted to make him happy, and no woman had ever done that for him.
He took her hand in his.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so. Where are we going?”
“I was going to take you to someplace fancy,” he said.
“Don’t I stick out like a sore thumb? I’m sure people are going to take one look at me and know I’m a cleaner.”
He shook his head. “Let them look. If anyone insults you, come to me.” Although, he was not going to let her out of his sight. She was all his. Every part of her.
He moved toward the car, and this time he had one of his men drive. Sitting in the back, he had a feeling if he wasn’t close to her, she was going to get nervous and possibly even scared, which was not ideal.
Harper was quiet in the car. They didn’t have any privacy, and they drove for a good forty minutes until they got to the restaurant. It was owned by the Villa Mafia, however, it was also a famous restaurant for the quality of food. This is where they brought people to do business.
Her hand shook in his, and he didn’t let her go, even as they made their way inside. The maître d’ already knew him, and the moment he entered, they were escorted to a private table in the back. It was a booth, offering privacy from the other diners. Soft candlelight glowed, creating a more romantic feeling. The waiters were not invasive, offering the menus then giving them space.
“This is fancy,” Harper said.
This was what he was used to. Harper was not used to this level of comfort. He had come to realize that while her father liked the nicer things in life, he never offered it to his daughter. His sons were allowed, but Harper never got the same treatment. It was like he couldn’t stand to have a daughter.
It was funny, because where Bradley’s precious sons was a treasure to him, they were a couple of bums that didn’t work a hard day in their life. Harper was the real treasure. She deserved every good thing that could happen to her.
He knew she was worried about the future, but he already put plans in place. Every time he was inside her, he didn’t pull out. She was not on any kind of pill, and he made sure not to use protection. He was completely out of his mind that first time. Never had he been so careless, but Harper not being with any other man, he knew she was safe. Now, there was not going to be another man.
“What would you recommend?” Harper asked. “It all looks and sounds delicious. I don’t want to seem immature by asking for the meatballs.” She wrinkled her nose. “But they are my favorite.”
He made a note about every little detail she told about herself and filed it away. The more he learned about Harper, the easier it was to fall in love.
Enzo stared across the table at her. Her long, brown hair had been pulled back into a clip, and the length had been spiraled to give some curl and bounce. She looked gorgeous. The makeup was soft, enhancing her beauty. She had the fullest lips, which would look so good wrapped around his cock, but he hadn’t gotten there yet. He was taking his time with Harper.
The truth was, he was breaking that promise. He was falling in love with her.
Enzo didn’t believe in love. He only believed in strength, in power, but Harper shattered his world. He loved his kids, this was how he knew what love was. That love was nothing compared to what he felt for Harper.
Holding her in his arms as she fell asleep, waking up to see her fast asleep, trusting him. He never slept with Isabella, could never stand to hold her longer than he had to. He couldn’t keep his hands off Harper. It could be lust, but he had a sneaking suspicion this was more than that.
“Order whatever you want, and I don’t care how you sound. The meatballs sound pretty amazing to me.”
She took a deep breath and he signaled to the waiter, ordering them both plates of spaghetti with meatballs. The waiter did look shocked for the merest hint of a second, but he sent him a warning glare, which immediately silenced him.