Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
When he came, it was intense, one hand tight to my neck, the other squeezing the meat of my ass, pulling me tighter, as if he would never get enough—be deep enough, be one enough—of me. He thrust fully in, moaned my name, and shuddered through the final fucks of his orgasm.
"I love you so much," he whispered and lifted me, keeping his cock inside, spinning with me until he was on the chair and I was on top, stretched out over his body, my chest against his chest, the quick beat of our hearts off sync.
"I love you too, baby."
Outside, I heard the roll of thunder. A storm was coming.
Chapter 15
"When's the event?" Brant took a sip of ice water, his eyes catching the waiter's, the man scurrying to his side with the bill.
"Next Tuesday. I'll call you that afternoon and remind you." Jillian set down her fork, relaxing back in her chair, her hands smoothing the napkin on her lap.
"I'm not sixteen. I can remember a dinner. Though, if you let me have an assistant, you could stop worrying entirely. She could tie my shoes and get me to work on time."
His aunt's face softened. "You know you're forgetful."
"You don't have time to keep me organized. You're a busy woman. The company needs you more than I do." He pulled a credit card from his wallet and dropped it on the bill, pushing the folio to the edge of the table.
"You're not busy enough to need an assistant. And I don't want some stranger thumbing through the details of our lives. You and I have looked after each other for twenty years. No need to change any of that now.”
Brant looked away from her as his mind wandered and was brought back to square one by her palm, which hit the linen tablecloth with enough force to cause him to jerk.
"Stay with me, Brant," she said sharply. "You're getting distracted, and I need to run. Dinner, next Thursday. Be there."
"Layana will remember. Email her the details." Brant's brow creased when she frowned. "You still hate her.”
"No," she spoke sharply. "I never hated her and don't now. Layana is fine, she’s just not what you need."
“You don't know what I need. You've never even seen us together. You should come by the house sometime and join us for dinner."
The woman shook her head stubbornly, the glint of light reflecting off her large diamond earrings. "I appreciate the offer, but no." She smoothed her hands over the linen napkin on her lap and lined up her wine glass with her unused dessert fork. "I don't think she would particularly want me there."
He laughed. "Layana? See, you really don't know her. She’d love to get to know you better."
There was another uncomfortable shift from Jillian.
His eyes narrowed at the tell. She was hiding something. But then again, he always got that sense from her. "What?"
"Nothing. Any plans for this week?"
"Layana's planned something. I'll need the jet."
If possible, she grew even more tense. "For how long?" She pursed her lips and the wrinkles around her mouth grew into tight spiderwebs. He had begun to notice, after Layana pointed it out, how attached Jillian seemed to be to him. He had always considered it normal, but maybe it wasn’t. Maybe this stubbornness against Layana was in protection of their relationship, but that was bullshit. He could be close to both of them.
She was still waiting, and he refocused on her question. "We'll be back by Monday. Don't worry, the work won't suffer."
"It's a very busy time, Brant."
He frowned, thinking over the projects in process. "Not really. No irons in the fire. And you've done a good job of quieting any issues."
"The board meeting is Monday."
"And I'll be back for it," he repeated firmly, watching as she rose to her feet with a quick jerk.
"Please don't forget the Rosewood event. I'll have my assistant send her the details."
Her. He didn't think Jillian had ever muttered Layana's name. A small snub, but noteworthy. Jillian was more of a mother to him than his own. It was important to him that they got along.
Chapter 16
Jillian didn't give up; I'd give her that. From the start, she had laid down a battle line in front of Brant and prepared for war. Every one of our dates had despite her best efforts, his schedule often disrupted by "emergency items” stuck in on a day that should be free. Twice during the preceding months, he had completely stood me up, Jillian texting with a bullshit excuse after repeated calls to his cell went unanswered.
The worse part, Brant let her do it all, and dismissed her actions with a shrug of his shoulders. He wouldn’t even tell me what the emergencies typically were. Everything fell under the confidentiality needs of BSX, and I had stopped asking questions, frustrated by my inability to get information or be intelligent enough to understand it.