Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“It’s a surprise.”
She huffs, and I can almost see her rolling her eyes. “Ugh. You’re just taking me somewhere so you can fuck me in this dress.”
“Now that’s an idea that honestly never crossed my mind.” She lifts her dress, grabs my hand, and puts it on her thigh, sliding it upward until my pinkie finger brushes against her crotch. Her fucking bare pussy. “Jesus, baby girl. I’m driving.”
“Then drive. Eyes on the road.”
I take a deep breath as I steer through the winding streets. My mind is going in different directions. On the one hand, my palms are damp from nervousness because I really, really want to impress her and make her happy. On the other, my cock is roaring to attention with the way Jenny keeps teasing me.
The neighborhood is pristine and looks exactly how it did on the website. Manicured lawns and houses that belong on the covers of magazines. It’s what Jenny deserves. This and more, so much more.
With superhuman strength, I pull my hand back. This is important. I can fuck her senseless later when we’re inside.
“You’re not peeking, are you?”
She chuckles. “I wouldn’t dare.”
The road curves, and there it is.
The two-story house is sleek and modern, built in the late 2010s and renovated only last year.
My chest tightens as I pull into the driveway, slowly easing the car to a stop. I pause to gather my breath. I turn off the engine, step out, and open her door. She smiles when I take her hand, and I guide her out, making sure she doesn’t bump her head.
Doubts begin to creep in. What if she doesn’t like it enough to live here? What if she already prefers something else? What if…? I shake them off. Too late to back out now.
I stand beside her, gently pulling off the blindfold. “Open your eyes, baby girl.”
She blinks against the light a few times before her gaze lands on the house. Her jaw drops, a hand flying to her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears.
Jenny whips her head to me. “How did you know?”
I smile at this girl who turned my whole world upside down. “I saw it bookmarked on your laptop. I also saw you check the property every day to see if it was already sold.”
“I-it was my dream. I knew I could never afford it.” She sniffs and laughs softly. “It was something that inspired me and kept me going, that maybe someday I would get to live here if I worked hard enough.” She leans against my chest, and my arm automatically goes around her shoulder. “It’s as beautiful as I thought. Actually, no. It’s so much more beautiful.”
“Wait until you see the inside.”
A single tear slides down her cheek, and I wipe it with a finger. “I-is this really…?”
“Ours. But you should know, baby girl, my home is you. Wherever you are, that’s where I belong. I love you so much.”
She slides her arms around my neck. “I love you, too. Forever and ever and ever.”
EXTENDED EPILOGUE
JENNY
The restaurant is still empty except for Jackson and me. All the staff is in the kitchen, and I can hear their conversations and the clanging of pots and pans.
I look around and take it all in, trying to see the restaurant from the eyes of my potential customers. Would they love it or think it’s too much? Is it cozy enough or trying too hard? Is the chandelier a lovely or tacky touch, especially with the pendant lights?
God, my anxiety is through the roof. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in the weeks leading up to the opening. It’s driving me nuts, and I don’t know how Jackson managed to keep up with my craziness.
The walls are sage green, my favorite color, and adorned with framed paintings of rolling fields, flowers, and fruits. A young local artist hand-painted all twelve of those in just six months.
The bespoke chairs are perfectly arranged around the matching tables—all made to order. Jackson was adamant about sparing no expense, and I couldn’t be more thankful for him.
While I love to say this is a product of hard work, that’s not actually true. It’s Jackson’s hard work, and he’s the one who helped me achieve this lifelong dream. I always try to tell him that, but he insists that this is all me.
“What if nobody comes?” I ask Jackson as I twist the wedding ring around my finger, my gaze flicking to the door.
Jackson pulls me to him, and I breathe in his scent. “They will.”
“You don’t know that.” I tug on one of his buttons, nervousness chipping away at my excitement. “And if they do come, what if they don’t return? What if they don’t like the food?”
“They’ll come, and they will love it. So much so that they will come back every day.”