Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
I smile, shrug, glad for this lighter note.
“And you didn’t come,” he says and flips us over so he’s on his back. He kisses me and grips my hips, drawing me up across his body. “Put your hands on the headboard,” he tells me when I’m straddling his chest.
I swallow hard, looking down at him, knowing what he’ll do. I grip the headboard.
“Good girl. Now, come here and put your pussy on my face. I’m starved,” he says, and he shifts his gaze from my eyes to my sex as he draws me down onto his mouth.
All I can do at the first swipe of his tongue over my clit is close my eyes and moan. I grind against his face, his tongue inside me, where his cock had been, licking me, tasting me, my arousal mixing with his come until I am panting, begging for more and begging him to stop at once. Until I can’t breathe from all the sensations.
19
SILAS
Ipour Ophelia and myself a fresh glass of wine and turn the oven back on. My phone buzzes with a text and I dig it out of my pocket.
It’s Sly.
I glance up, hearing Ophelia on the stairs, and open the text.
Sly: Can’t imagine what we need to talk about.
Me: I have an offer for you.
Sly: What kind of offer would that be?
“The fire died down,” Ophelia says from the hallway.
Me: You want to save your company? We meet. Tonight. Alone.
Three dots pulsate as he types, then stop, then start again. Ophelia turns the corner into the kitchen, her hair, which is wet from our shower, in a braid. She looks fresh and happy.
The phone buzzes and I drag my gaze to it.
Sly: I’m at the office. Be here for another hour.
I tuck the phone into my pocket and watch Ophelia as she checks on the oven. “Want some salad to start? This is going to take a while.”
“Actually, I need to run out.”
“What? Where? It’s late.”
“I left my laptop at the office and a client just sent his contract over.” I walk down the hall and grab my coat.
“Silas, wait.” She catches up with me.
I turn and take her face in my hands. “I’ll be back very soon. You eat.”
“I don’t understand what can be so important you’d have to leave now.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this can’t wait. Lock the door behind me. I’ll call Hamish—”
“I don’t need a babysitter. Just stay.”
The hurt in her eyes twists my gut. I remind myself why I’m doing this. “I’ll be back soon. And he’s not a babysitter. It’s for my own peace of mind. He won’t bother you.” I tug her to me, tilt her chin up. “I’ll be back soon. Trust me, there’s no place I’d rather be than with you. And when I get back, I’m going to make it up to you. You just think about all the ways I can do that for you.”
She rolls her eyes, but smiles. “Hurry up. And I’m not saving you any chicken.”
I kiss her, and it does take all I have to walk out of that house, but I do because I need to tie up this loose end.
The drive to Sly’s office takes a little under twenty minutes, and just like the last time I was here, the building is mostly empty. I ride the elevator up. Not even the secretary is here tonight, and the lone light that’s on is the one in Sly’s corner office.
I make my way to it. The door is open, and I enter to find him standing at the window watching the city lights below. I see the similarities in us as he stands here, back to me. Tall, broad, same hair. I look more like him than Ethan does and I fucking hate it.
“Ever wonder about all those little lives down there?” he asks. Of course, he knows I’m here.
“Never thought you noticed or cared.” I close the door behind me.
“Well, I don’t care, but I do notice. What separates us from them? Do you think about that?” He turns to me. The red eyes of the ring on his little finger stare at me as gold clinks against the crystal tumbler. “About how little it would take for us to be down there. One of them.”
“What makes you think you’re better than them?”
“Oh, I don’t think I’m better as in a better human being. Just better off.”
I fucking hate this man.
He gestures around the opulent office. “Look around you. Money, boy. Money makes the world go round.”
I remember saying similar words to Ophelia.
“And you’re about to lose yours to me.” I take a seat in the same chair as last time I was here.
He sits down behind his obnoxiously oversized desk.
“When you signed that contract with me, you thought Ophelia and Ethan would be married. Thought you’d have access to all that Carlisle-Bent money to save your ass. It’s why you signed without putting up much of a fight. Makes sense now. But you miscalculated and you lost this one, Dad.”