Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
He’d looked at her, and he’d been normal.
She liked that he’d seemed angry almost pissed off that he had to be there with her. That he had to even be in the same world as she was.
For five days she’d lived in his house, and other than a passing glance, they hadn’t spoken. He’d taken her back to her parents’ place to grab some of her clothes. She’d not taken anything else.
He’d warned her multiple times that he wouldn’t allow her to come back. She shrugged, like she always did. Why even bother to fight him? There was nothing else she wanted. Her parents’ house wasn’t hers. There was nothing there that reminded her of home, or even got her feeling like she was at home.
She was rather surprised to find Luca in the garden, weeding through a flowerbed. He had a wheelbarrow to his left, and was digging through a lot of mud.
Her father had fallen out with him over something, but she didn’t know what. He’d never thrown out the old photographs of them as kids. The businessman she’d seen in those photographs wouldn’t be on his knees in the dirt.
Yet, this man was.
This man with shocking green eyes and messy blond hair was.
Even his hair looked unkempt. He had it pulled to the back of his neck with a band. She’d never thought hair could be sexy on a guy.
Tilting her head to the side, she watched him work. There was no order to the way he did things. He sat back on his heels, wiped his brow, and grabbed his bottle of water. She couldn’t see his neck as he swallowed the liquid.
He put the bottle down and turned back to the house. She didn’t step away from the window as he looked up at her.
What was he thinking as he stared at her?
He seemed to really look at her, which took her breath away.
She couldn’t remember the last time anyone really looked at her and cared about what they saw.
Her parents certainly hadn’t.
Before he looked away and took a part of her with him, she stepped away from the window and turned her back on him.
She didn’t know why it would bother her so much if he was to turn away from her first. When it came to Luca, she was losing her mind. He was a thirty-six-year-old man with some serious issues.
By serious, she meant it.
Other than in one bathroom, all of the mirrors had been removed or covered. She figured that had something to do with the scar across his face. She’d already checked him out online way before he actually turned up.
Whenever her parents would yell about him, she’d find herself fascinated about the man she’d never really met.
From what she’d been told, he was there at the hospital the day she was born.
Some people would probably find it icky that she was having a serious crush on the guy that held her as a baby.
The thing was, she wasn’t a baby anymore.
Her body had curves.
She found herself more curious about him than anyone else.
From the boarding school she’d attended before he came into her life, she’d heard several of the girls talking about the guys they’d fucked. It wasn’t dating or going out. They’d sneak out of the school late at night to meet up with the guys.
People thought boarding school was so prim and proper. Nope.
They were a bunch of girls with needs.
At least some of them got to explore those needs. Mavis was always one of those who sat on the outside of the circle, pretending not to care, reading whatever homework was needed, but she’d listen.
She’d listen as each girl would talk about the guys’ dicks and their hands, and how it felt when the guy finally fucked her.
Maybe she was a little weird in the head. For a long time, sex had fascinated her. Now that she was in Luca’s home though, she found herself more and more curious about it.
She wasn’t the kind of woman Luca would go for.
She’d seen pictures of the models and slim-figured actresses that he’d dated before his accident. None of them looked like her.
From a young age, her mother would bitch and moan at her about being slim. About watching her calories and making sure she didn’t put on too much weight. Mavis had been on one kind of diet or another since she was five and her parents decided that she was way too big for her age.
There was no way the Millers could have a fat daughter.
She never thought she was fat as a kid.
When it looked like she wouldn’t be the perfect daughter her mother wanted, she’d been shipped off to boarding school. If they didn’t have to have her home for the holidays, she stayed at school. A couple of the teachers were there at all times to keep an eye on the school.