Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 24436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Before dipping into that.
Just...that.
Because she was too shy to even think of the word.
But not so shy that she could tear her gaze away, and—-did it just—-did it just, oh my gosh, it did it again! And again!
That...was alive.
Or seemed like it with how his entire length was throbbing powerfully against the taut hardness of his belly.
"Do you want a taste of it?"
Her stunned gaze flew up to Ryu...and his lips curved in the slightest of smirks.
"You do want it. Don't you, wife?"
Oh yes, I mean, no, no, no!
"Come here and taste it then."
No!
But already she was taking her first step with legs that threatened to turn into jelly at any moment.
Absolutely not!
And yet she was taking another step.
And another.
And another.
Until her legs finally folded at the perfectly right time, and she found herself kneeling right in front of him, and she was at eye level with...that.
GulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulp
Her entire body shook at the sudden feel of Ryu slowly driving his fingers through the locks of her hair.
And then he was gripping her head—-
GulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulp
And she found herself gasping as he slowly guided her head to his throbbing length—-
GulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulpGulp
And finally, oh finally...
"Mrs. Harcourt?"
A formal-sounding voice was addressing her, and it was not her husband's voice.
Summerine woke up to the sight of her personal driver holding the door open, his face stoic.
"I'm s-sorry."
Because I think you just witnessed something you weren't supposed to witness.
She hurried out of the backseat of the SUV that Ryu had assigned for her exclusive use, and Summerine was unable to meet Andrew's gaze as she thanked him.
A wet dream, Summerine!
Embarrassment engulfed her, and Summerine, in sudden need of a detour, made a hard right turn to the powder room as soon as she was inside the university.
You!
She glared at her reflection in a fit of woeful frustration.
How can you—-
I just can't believe you—-
Aaaaargh!
A week had already passed since she had become Ryu's wife.
A week.
But in that long, painfully awkward week—-
She had made zero progress on planning her escape, and the thought had her glaring at her reflection anew.
A week, Summerine! A week!
But instead, she had spent every sleepless night replaying every mortifying second of what happened after.
Because if the Ryu in her dreams was a master of seduction, reality would have been a lot less romantic.
While Summerine had started freaking out and bumping into walls in her panic, her husband had calmly wrapped a towel around his body before taking firm hold of her shoulders and saying very pleasantly, "ENOUGH."
And it had actually worked.
She had shut up. Stopped moving. And made no protest at all as he slowly had her walking backward until she was back on her side of the room.
He had then let go of her shoulders and smiled at her.
But just as she was about to smile...he had slammed the door shut on her face.
And there begins my agony over the absence of closure, Summerine thought miserably, since they hadn't talked about it at all. When she had joined him for breakfast the next day, she had been on pins and needles while waiting for him to give her an opening.
But he never had, and that was why it had come to this.
Me. Him. Wet dreams.
Because closure meant everything to a girl, and how could a smart man like him not know that?
(Is that really it, though?)
Summerine's grimace contorted into a scowl at lightning speed. Not now, Inner Troll!
(Can't handle the truth, can you?)
What truth?
(And now she's pretending not to know a thing.)
Because I really don't know—-
(Why you've changed your mind about escaping your marriage?)
I did not!
(Then prove it.)
(Nothing's stopping you from leaving now.)
(So go ahead and prove it.)
It's n-not that easy—-
(We both know it's that easy, girl. Just walk out of your marriage. Create some drama online and go viral. Your parents and husband will disown you, end of story.)
I could never—-
(You mean you don't want to.)
(Because you've changed your mind.)
(But you're just having a hard time admitting it.)
Summerine did her best not to think of her husband for the rest of the day. And so, so focused she was on this that she didn't realize she wasn't thinking at all—-
"Watch out!"
Divorce
SUMMERINE DIDN'T KNOW which was more embarrassing: to be sent to the school clinic for having a bloody nose after accidentally walking into a wall...or to come out of said clinic and realize why the school doctor had this odd look on his face when Summerine had given her name.
Ryu didn't seem to notice the way he had everyone staring as he came forward to cup her chin.
His gaze was somber, his expression concerned. "Are you alright?"
"D-Did the—-"
"School clinic contact me about you?" he finished for her. "You already know the answer to that."
The way he sounded so calm while saying this made Summerine realize her husband was a much, much bigger control freak than her parents could ever be. He was just better at hiding this.