Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
It always is.
I erupt, my entire body tightening as I arch backward, him holding me steady. No surprise, it’s the best sex I ever had… at least since he fucked me the night before. He unloads into me, always shocking me with how much he has stored up, making a mess out of both of us.
I wonder if he has a special diet he’s doing to make sure he always has enough for me. Maybe a drug. Or maybe he’s just that fucking into me and even his body doesn’t want to disappoint me.
This is always followed by a tender kiss. I slide off him and head into the bathroom to clean myself up and get ready to go to the flower shop. All the while I smell what he’s cooking for breakfast. He’s branched out and surprised me with all the things he can make. Pancakes, waffles, ham, bacon, and he knows how to make at least a half dozen egg dishes.
The great sex, the huge cock, the penthouse, and he can cook too? I have to pinch myself every morning to make sure I’m not dreaming.
We have breakfast together, fucking each other with our eyes. He’d bend me over the table and take me right then and there, but he knows I need to get to the shop to open up. He realizes this is important to me, and doesn’t try to stop me.
It’s a shame that I have to mention that as a positive thing about him. But so many men seem to hate the idea of their women working and managing their own businesses. As if it’s an affront to their masculinity. Luke, though? He tells me that my passion for flowers and my desire to grow my business just make me sexier to him. A more complete woman.
As I get dressed for today’s work, I hear a knock at the door. It startles me, as we’ve had no visitors in the time I’ve been here. We’re so high up that people don’t just come up unless you ask them to. Luke has to ride the elevator to the first floor just to get his mail.
Thankfully, I don’t need to rush to the door, as Luke is on it.
Still, finishing my make-up, I approach to listen in on the conversation from the other side of the door.
“Where the hell have you been?” a feminine voice screeches.
“Ophelia? What are you doing here?”
“Wondering where the hell you’ve been, you dumbass.”
She’s back? Oh boy. That seems like a lot of fun.
“I don’t know what you expect, Ophelia. You told me off. You left me at the altar. So I went about my business.”
“Ugh! You know nothing about how this is all supposed to work, do you? You aren’t just supposed to let me walk away, idiot.”
Luke stares at her, dumbstruck. “You told me the wedding was off. That we were done. I don’t know what you expected me to take from that other than that we were no longer engaged and our relationship was over.”
“You were supposed to chase after me. Show me how much you love me. Do some big romantic act to win me back. You know, like they do in the movies.”
Luke raises an eyebrow. “You want me to grovel in front of you? Beg you to forgive me?”
“Yes! That’s how you show you love me.”
“You want me to beg for forgiveness because we had silverware instead of platinum-ware?”
“Yes. Then you fix the problem by getting us better forks and knives, silly. Haven’t you ever watched a romantic comedy?”
The cringe is strong in me. I can’t imagine what Luke is feeling right now.
“Since I know you’re stupid as hell and don’t get the obvious, I’m willing to give you a second... no, a third chance,” she says graciously. “This should include a new ring for me. And you should get me that big house I like as a wedding present. The one with the fountain? You know, with the cherub and the jug?”
Luke blinks in disbelief at Ophelia. He finally notices me out of the corner of his eye, and then smiles.
“Sorry, Ophelia. None of that is happening.”
“What do you mean? You can’t be serious. Do you know anything about how this is supposed to work?”
“Yeah, and it’s nothing like you’re saying.”
I understand a cue when I hear one. I walk up to Luke and give his ex a smile. “Hi.”
Ophelia’s face turns red in a second flat. “You’re... you’re cheating on me?”
“It’s not cheating if we’re not in a relationship, Ophelia,” Luke fires back without hesitation.
“No. No. You’ve been cheating on me this entire time, haven’t you? That’s why you’re not taking my rejection right.”
“I’ve only been in a relationship with Piper since after we broke up, Ophelia. I’m no cheater.”
She stamps her feet. “Yes you are! You’re going behind my back with this... this... whore!”