Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Every woman in Chicago knows who I am and wants something from me. Sable looks at me like I’m furniture.
In fact, she pulls her phone from her purse and starts scrolling, looking like she’d rather be anywhere but here.
I want to grab her by the hair and force her eyes to mine. Tear the neckline of her dress and get a look at those plump tits hidden underneath.
My cock aches painfully as it swells beneath my pants. Christ, of all the women in town, why did it have to be her?
“Everyone,” my father says, leading Valeria to the front of the room, “we have an announcement to make.”
“That we do.” Valeria smiles. I glance at Kane, but he clearly has no idea what’s going on.
Lifting a bottle of champagne into the air, my father looks at Valeria in a way I haven’t seen from him since my mother died five years ago. My chest gets even tighter, and my pulse pounds hard like a drum in my ears.
“Valeria Noir and I have been married!” He pops the cork and sprays suds everywhere. “It’s time to dissolve the tension between our two families and unite in an alliance that will strengthen us both.”
Every muscle in my body goes stiff, but I barely hear anything Dad says as he continues on. My eyes are just focused on Sable, watching her reaction.
Which is really nothing. She’s not shocked or surprised. In fact, she looks prepared, like she was expecting this all along.
Am I the only one who’s been left out of this monumental family decision?
“We will now be one family,” my father says, cutting through the fog of my mind. “Living in one household.”
“Wait, what?” I snap, finally finding the ability to speak. “One household? What does that mean?”
No…
Sable smirks at me like I’m somehow amusing, causing a surge of rage to hit me like a toxin running through my veins.
“Valeria and Sable will be moving in with us,” my father says slowly, his eyes narrowing as though he’s subtly sending me a message.
My brain stalls.
This is my house. My space. And now I’m going to be sharing it with her? The girl who just faced off with me like she was going to kill me?
But that’s not even the worst part… The worst part is this girl that has my cock rock hard is now going to be my step-sister.
Well, I guess the universe has a sick sense of humor.
“We’re going to have some rules for the house,” my father says.
“Like no fighting.” Valeria nods.
“And no personal entanglements.”
Entanglements…Is he seriously suggesting that I would try and hook up with Sable?
Well…I would, but that doesn’t stop me from being a little offended by the way he’s still looking at me. Like I’m just his son and not the future leader of this family.
I’ve lived under the rules of this country for a long time and ignored them all. Why would he think I’d listen to this ultimatum now when a goddess like Sable is involved?
“Why don’t I show you around the house?” I suggest, quickly walking up to her and taking her by the hand. She’s put makeup on her cheek, but I can still make out the outline of my fingers from where I slapped her. “Your cheeks look nice red. Like cherries.”
She smirks sarcastically back at me as I lead her from the room. “How’s your stomach feel?”
Spunk. So much spunk.
“You’ll need to do a lot more than that to take me down,” I tell her as she steps in front of me and examines the house.
My eyes drink in her curves as she walks over to one of our Ming vases. I’ve never seen such feminine hips in my life. And to think they also carry enough strength to kick the wind out of me.
Dangerously sexy.
She circles the table, then slowly extends a middle finger and traces the lines of the vase like it belongs to her.
My hands ball into fists as I watch her bend over to examine it. She arches her back and angles her hips up, actively flaunting her youth and beauty at me.
“Be careful of that,” I warn her. “This house is mine.”
She turns, showing so much cleavage my mouth starts to water. “You think I don’t know that?”
“Just a reminder,” I reply, shifting my stance to make room for my hard-on.
“A reminder?” She giggles. “Like the mark I left on your stomach?”
She’s goading me. Trying to get a reaction out of me. But I keep my face straight and walk right up to her.
There it is again—that intoxicating scent of her designer perfume. A heavenly haze that assaults my rational mind.
She just stands there looking at me like she’s ready to go again. But I hold back. I’m tense and my heart is pounding, but this is hardly the place to start a fight. And if she’s going to be living here from now on, I guess I’m going to have to get used to it…somehow…