Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
My curiosity continued as I returned her to US soil—as promised to Mr. Percy. But besides him not gathering the money, there was a part of me that wasn’t done with her yet.
That curiosity turned into obsession, and now I’m not so sure I’ll be able to get her out of my system at all. All of the photos, keeping her close by purchasing her flights and hotels, arriving at her work… it all started as a job. Now, I couldn’t imagine myself dealing with her in any other way.
She’s the first target I haven’t taken out or handed over in all these years.
A smirk touches my lips at the thought of what I’ll do with her when I return to New York. I’ll devote myself to her. But I’ll distract myself in the meantime. Try to drown out the resurfacing feelings brought on by Thomas’s mourning–the ones that make me think of Hayley.
I have two women on my mind. My dead wife and the woman I was meant to hand over to another man. And I have no idea how to decipher the rolling emotions either evoke.
I don’t know why, but it’s her legs. I need to be buried between them tonight for me to make sense of anything. And yet nothing at all.
CHAPTER 34
Alina
Itake a bite of a toast, then kick back on the couch and turn the TV on. This week has been intense, as it usually is at this stage in a project, but I’m slightly ahead of schedule, which means I’ve been able to book a flight to my mother’s for the weekend.
I only purchased the ticket an hour ago and haven’t yet told her, but I leave early tomorrow morning. I plan on surprising her.
I channel surf, not particularly interested in any of the shows, as I scroll through my phone and emails to make sure everything is still arriving as scheduled. I only have until mid-week when staff come to the shop and have training on the new equipment.
I look over my shoulder at the boxes stacked against the wall. A few weeks ago, I asked for a sample of the best-selling products and lingerie to give myself some ideas regarding the layout. Everything is top quality, and I’m sure the price tags will reflect that. I have every intention of giving the items back; I just needed them for inspiration, but they’ve provided inspiration for completely different reasons now as I think of Will.
I already have my next consultation booked back in Manchester for two weeks from now, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not going to miss it here, in this apartment, around these people. Especially Honey. And maybe because of a certain Mr. Blue Eyes who provides a little bit of fun on the side. Not that I’d ever admit that to him.
I haven’t heard from Will aside from the videos he’s sent me. I don’t know why, but I find it mesmerizing watching us fuck. I’d never really been into porn, but this unlocked something different inside of me. Maybe it’s because I can see the way he worships me. Or maybe it’s because of him, in his own unruly way. The man is fucking hot and knows what he’s doing. Again, something I’ll never admit to him.
There’s a knock on my door, and I look up midbite. I’m not expecting anyone. I walk to the door with toast in hand. When I look through the peephole, I see a very well-dressed Will, who looks like he hasn’t shaved since I last saw him. It suits him, though it’s strange to see, considering how he usually presents himself.
“Who gave you my address?” I ask around a mouthful as I open the door.
He smirks, plucks the toast out of my hand and takes a bite.
“Hey!” I demand as he barges past me. “You can’t just let yourself in.”
“I don’t need to be given addresses when I can find them myself, love,” he says as he does a once over of the apartment and then whips his blue gaze back to me. He scans from my feet all the way up as he appreciates my silk PJs.
He finishes the rest of the toast. “I prefer you without those on,” he says around a mouthful, just like I did earlier. I try not to smirk.
I fold my arms over my chest. “So, what, you think you can just rock up whenever you want? You think I’m a booty call?” I demand.
He grins as he steps toward me and corners me against the counter. “Aren’t you?” He places his hands on either side of me. “There’s only so many times I can jerk off to our videos until I need the real thing. I need to be inside of you.”
Heat floods my core. Fuck this man and his beauty. His ability to take and take and take. I know I should resist him. It’s a game, right? I shouldn’t be so easy. But I’m lying to us both by saying I don’t want it and somehow punishing him feels more like a punishment to myself.