The Homecoming Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
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Though neither of us had touched on the subject, it was there in the air. At least I’m banking on that being it and not just my wishful thinking. Either way, I’d made up my mind, so if the little miss wasn’t ready, she was in for it.

I have no problem steamrolling her, none whatsoever. It’s gotten to the point that I’m willing to do just about anything to have her; short of committing a crime, and even that’s up for debate.

It’s funny, but when she was away doing her thing, and even up to the point where she was supposedly getting married, I’d told myself it was for the best, that she was doing what she loved and that she was happy. After all, isn’t that what we all want for the ones we love?

Bull fucking shit. I don’t want her to be happy with anyone else but me, and I don’t give much of a fuck if that shit is selfish or not. The reality is, that now that she’s home and the path is clear, I’m gonna have her under me in less time than it takes for her to unpack.

She’s special, so it’s going to take a lot of wooing and hand holding, and all the romance that women need to make them feel loved, while men’s dicks go through hell; but I’m willing to give her what she needs. But she’s not getting away from me, ever a- fucking-gain.

So it was, with that great thought in my mind, that I approached the new day, with a head full of plans on how to win her. This couldn’t be like my usual, the very essence of who she was, what she’d always meant to me, called for more.

I’d already started on my blitz attack, before I left the house this morning. Seven-dozen long stemmed yellow roses should be arriving at her door right about now.

I planned on wooing her the old fashioned way. Lots of romance, she deserved it. She deserved everything that was good and I couldn't wait to get the chance to give it all to her. I had a lot of time to make up for and there was so much I wanted to share with her, I didn’t know where to begin.

Last night, all the old feelings had come to the forefront. All the times I’d admired her body and her beauty, knowing that I could never own it. Now with the possibilities opened up, there was nothing stopping me from rolling right on in there. Fuck waiting, I had no intention as Jus had said, of letting someone else get in there while I twiddled my thumbs.

I had no doubt that she would have any number of admirers vying for her attention, now that she was back on the home-front, and no longer under threat of her brothers killing anyone who even looked at her cross-eyed. I aimed to nip that shit in the bud before it even got started.

***

I was sure my first phone call would be her thanking me, but I was wrong.

Twenty minutes after I hit my desk I got a call from Justin.

"Bro, what the hell are you trying to do, put every man in the Cove to shame?"

"Don't tell me how to woo my woman brother."

"Your woman is she? Sap. Hurry up with the chocolates, I like the cherry liqueur flavored ones." The fool hung up the phone.

Her call came ten seconds later, and just the sound of her voice made me feel whole. If anyone happened to step into my office at that moment, they would think I’d turn simpleton, what with the big stupid ass grin on my face.

"Donovan, they're lovely, thank you so much, I love them truly. You do know my brothers are talking smack about you right?" She was laughing, and that made me really happy, after her bout of sadness last night.

"I know, Jus already called. So how are you this morning princess?" She sighed, I wondered if she knew I heard that.

"Much better thanks to you, thanks for last night, I needed that."

"Anytime beautiful, how about lunch, will you have lunch with me?"

"Really?" her voice went little girl soft.

"Yes really, what do you say?"

"I'd love to."

Man, this girl was gonna be the death of me, that breathy way she had of talking to me was a real turn on; that, along with a slew of other things that I had been reminded of last night.

Like the way she moved her body so sleekly, like a dancer. Or the curve of her ass as it flared away from her back. I bet she had dimples there. And this was no way to be thinking, while sitting at my desk, in a station house full of people milling back and forth.

"Good, I'll pick you up at one." I leafed through a report on my desk as I heard the sounds of the men changing shifts. I would soon have to go out there and hand out assignments to my men; get the day started; so far mine was off to a stellar start.



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