Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
No one followed us to my place, which is where I told her we were headed when I pulled up to her building at five and ignored her whining about wanting to stay later. I know it doesn’t make sense to keep her at my place, that she’d have to go back to her place at some point, but I just didn’t want her to face anything else on top of what had just occurred.
I feel like it’s my responsibility to shield and protect her the best I can, and until I run her ex and his mother away from her, I won’t feel comfortable leaving her in a place where they can find her. Some may say I’m going overboard, but from what I’d seen and heard, this was the least I could do.
The woman felt brave enough and entitled enough on top of it to come to her door to confront her like a child. A woman who no longer has any say in her life still thought she had a right, and for some reason, my sweet, demented girl didn’t see the danger in that. If she’s this horrible now, I can only imagine the nightmare she was when Steph was married to her son.
From what I’ve learned of the son, he’s a weak, cowardly piece of shit who’s still on his mother’s tit but can still find time to be a douche nozzle in his spare time. The fact that he cheated on someone like Steph should’ve told me all I needed to know about his dumb ass, but digging into his business practices had only added to my dislike of the guy.
This started as me just wanting to get her some peace from those two, but the more I learned about the way he’d treated her, the more bloodthirsty I became. As Xavier said, I want to bloody the hell out of him, but I want him to suffer before I put him out of his misery, and I want him to know that I’m doing it for her. I’ll show him and his mother that she’s worth ten of them.
As soon as we parked, I popped the trunk and started offloading her loot.
“What’s all this?” She met me at the open trunk for our hello smooch, which I gave with my hands full.
“Umm, you taste good. This….” I held up the bags and motioned with my head for her to get the rest. “Is all yours. I went shopping for you; wanna see?”
She jumped up and down and clapped her hands before grabbing the rest of her stuff from the trunk and following me inside, talking a mile a minute. “Ooh, I know some of these bags.” She pawed over her stuff, going back and forth between oohing over everything and complaining that I’d spent too much.
“I always wanted to try this stuff, but….” She trailed off and inhaled the scent of one of the bath gels with pearls or some crap floating in it, and I imagined the end of that statement. The asshole had probably told her it was too much. I hope that’s all the fuck said, or he’ll get it worse than I already plan on giving it to him.
“You bought me Jeans? I can’t wear jeans.” She held the pair in her hand like it was a snake about to bite. Strange freaking reaction to a piece of clothing.
“Why not?”
She smacked her ass and looked at me like that was supposed to answer the question.
“I don’t follow.” I knew pretty much what she was getting at, but I wanted her to come out of her face and say it and see how stupid she sounded along with anyone else who’s ever said it.
“My ass is too big.” She whispered it like it was a sin or some shit.
“Are you telling me you’ve never worn jeans before?” She shook her head no with a look of fright on her face.
“So then you don’t know what you look like in them.” She looked like Bambi with those big eyes staring back at me like I’d asked her to end world hunger.
“Just go try them on.”
“Tomorrow, I’ll try them tomorrow.”
“Right now!” She stood where she was, and I started to go after her.
“Okay-okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She disappeared into the bedroom and was in there way too long.
“Come out, or I’m coming in.”
She came out tentatively, biting into her lip and looking down at the floor as she stretched the hell out of the top she’d paired with the jeans that looked fucking amazing on her.
“Wow!”
“I know, right.” She, too, seemed surprised by the way they fit.
“Turn around baby.” I held her hand while she twirled and showed me her ass that looked like a wet dream. I’m not sure where she got the information that lush women shouldn’t wear jeans from, but as for me, I think jeans were made for her ass, personally. If my head wasn’t sure, the throbbing in my cock was.