Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
My stomach knots as the realization hits—that despite never wanting to be anything like my mom, I ended up in the same position she was in—knocked up by a man who doesn’t want me or our baby.
“If you’ll excuse me”—I stand and force a smile to cover up how sick I suddenly feel—”I’m feeling kind of tired.”
Lincoln
She’s off-limits.
I know this, hell, I agree with this, but it’s hard to accept. Because every time I close my eyes, I can’t get her out of my head. The way our bodies fit together so perfectly. The way her warm, tight cunt gripped my cock.
But it was so much more than that. It was the conversation. The feelings that ran deeper than I’ve ever felt. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but the chemistry between us was undeniable.
And had she been anyone else, I would’ve taken it as a sign. I’ve been thinking about her for months, fantasizing about the day I’d find her. And just when I thought all hope was lost, she appeared at my doorstep.
Only the joke was on me because my mystery woman wasn’t just any woman—she’s Sienna’s much younger sister.
She’s without a doubt the youngest woman I’ve ever slept with. It’s not that I’m opposed to younger women, but older women tend to know what they want, and they are a helluva lot more mature. They don’t cling. They don’t play games. They know the score.
But with Ellie, it was different. I had no idea she was so young because she didn’t play games. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it. And in that short amount of time, we connected on a deeper level.
Or maybe my memory of that night is distorted, and it wasn’t as earth shattering as I remember. Maybe I’m reaching, like Micah said.
It doesn’t matter, though, because Ellie is definitely out-of-bounds, and the only part I should focus on is that she’s pregnant with my baby.
The truth is, since the day I found out she was pregnant, I haven’t thought about much else.
I’ve known Ellie since she was a teenager, and during that time, I was always in awe of her strength and courage. She took each shitty situation her mom thrust upon her and handled it like a little badass. Left to fend for herself, she had little choice but to grow up fast.
Ellie went to work with Sienna and did her homework in the dressing room of a strip club every damn night. Her sister busted her ass to pay the bills, and since their mom didn’t help at all, there was no money left over to pay for shit. So Ellie worked hard to make good grades in school to get a scholarship, and when she wanted to go to dance camp, she went behind my back and tried to work at Wanderlust—my gentleman’s club—to make enough money to go. Of course, Micah found out and put a stop to it, paying for it himself, but the point is, Ellie was willing to work for what she wanted.
But her mom continued to wreak havoc when she poisoned Eduardo—the dirtiest underground criminal on the East Coast—then told his son, Eleazar, that he was Ellie’s sperm donor to try to save her ass, which ultimately backfired when he killed her and left her to be found. Ellie went after him on her own to try to stop him from taking her away from Sienna. Not just for her own sake, but for Sienna’s, who would’ve been forced to go on the run and leave Micah behind.
Then, when Eleazar’s wife, Arielle, tried to harm Sienna and her baby, Ellie shot her fucking dead.
And the one that nobody had any idea about until recently...
Ellie was raped by several men while she was held captive by Arielle. She hid it from everyone to spare her sister any undue guilt because she knew that Sienna took her responsibility for Ellie seriously. Soon after, she went off to college and got a degree. And then she took control of her sexuality by seeking out a man she trusted enough to be intimate with. And succeeded.
I want to be pissed at her. I want to yell and scream and tell her that she fucked up. Not only did she pull one over on me, but in the process, she managed to get pregnant. So, yeah, I want to be pissed, but what she did is just so typical of Ellie. She took matters into her own hands, like she always does, and made it—well, I guess in this case, me—her bitch.
And fuck if I didn’t submit...No, nope, not going there. It’s one thing to give credit where credit is due, but it’s another to go there. Back to the club, in the backroom, where I had the best damn sex of my life. Nope, not going there. Ellie might be a badass, she might’ve left her mark on me, but she’s still off-limits.