Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Addie would have been a great negotiator. The girl knew how to drive a hard bargain and fought with me at every aspect I asked of her in our two contracts. She didn’t like control, maybe because she loved to control all that was around her. But that changed. I made sure of it. When Addie first came to me, I wanted to give her the freedom she didn’t know she wanted. I wanted to take her control and let her live the life she deserved. No more caring for everyone else; she needed to care for herself, yet here was Addie still wanting control. But I didn’t care. It was hard on her. Addie wasn’t used to someone treating her to nice things. But I did everything I needed to give her a better life, even if it meant dragging her kicking and screaming.
So my little Addie was a rich little heiress and no longer needed me. Fuck that! I wanted her to need me. It was in my DNA to want to care for my woman. Besides, I had a lot more money than she did. Now what do I do with my Addie? I thought as I looked out the window of my office.
“Samantha?” I called my new secretary over the intercom.
“Yes, Mr. Evans?”
“Do you have Ms. Smith’s information?”
“Yes, I have all her contacts. She said if you needed anything to call her.”
“Was that before or after she left?” I grinned, knowing my Addie.
“Before, sir. She was in a rush after your meeting,” Samantha offered.
“Thank you. Make sure you give me her contact sheet. I'm intrigued about her little contract,” I laughed.
“Yes, sir.”
Once I hung up with my secretary, I buzzed my security. “Jimmy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Make sure you follow my wife around. I want to know where she is at all times.” I grinned. The game was now in my favor. I wanted that woman. I wanted her always, and I was going to go and get her, no lies, maybe a little game, but that was who I was. But it would be just me after the woman of my dreams.
“Sir, your wife?”
“Yes, my wife. Call Ted. He’ll fill you in.” I then hung up. Now exactly what was I going to do? I sunk into my leather office chair and closed my eyes taking in her scent. I etched her image into my mind. Addie was finally mine. She may have signed on the dotted line, but it only meant Addie was finally my woman. I smiled as various devious little scenarios entered my dirty mind.
Once home, I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes. All I could see was Addie and the way she looked when she was in my office. Fuck me, I wanted her badly. My mind raced with the thought of her tight little body, and how it would feel to touch her soft skin. I moved my hand down to my hard on. I always got a hard on when I thought of her. Eyes closed, I wrapped my hand around my cock and pictured her face as she rode me. Pumping my dick, I moved up from the base all the way up to the tip, reveling at the sensation. Fuck me. I swallowed hard as I continued, knowing how tight she would be as her pussy hugged my cock, while her warm, sweet heat clamped around me, with her juices dripping.
The echo of her panting with fill the room as she rode me, her pussy going up and down my hard shaft as she sought out her orgasm. “Addie,” I grunted as I came hard. I lay on the bed not moving, once more becoming angry. Would I ever have a chance to taste her again? To feel her? Would she care for me the way I cared for her? “Fuck,” I muttered as I stood up to clean myself. I know I conned her. I know I cornered her into this, but I wanted more. I needed more.
Addie was my woman. Mine. Everything inside me told me to love and protect her, to keep her safe and give her the life she deserved. Addie. My Addie.
The Bar
“Since when do you come to the bar?” Darren asked when I sat next to him. He and I got into a bit of a heated discussion after I had asked Addie to marry me. Heated…let’s just say Rafe had to pull us apart.
Rafe and Darren were my closest friends, only because I couldn’t stomach being around others. These two didn’t give a shit who I was. Darren never once asked me for money. He worked hard and paid his own way. I respected the hell out of the guy. Not everyone I knew could do what he did. Darren had more money than Addie. His parents were middle class, but both worked hard, which meant they left the kid alone most of the time. He worked through high school and through university to open up his own successful business, making him a lot of money.