Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He nodded, then lowered his head to smell my neck. “It’s a private jet.”
Oh, wow. I was suddenly very ready to go get on my first plane.
“But first, we have somewhere to go,” he said, lifting his head. “This your bag?” he asked, nodding toward the one I had packed.
“Yes.”
He picked it up, then placed a hand on my back. “Let’s go.”
“I didn’t pack a bathing suit,” I told him. “Should I grab that?”
“No. We will buy the things you need.”
“We will? Why? I can pack more clothing.”
His hand pressed harder on my back, forcing me out of the bedroom. “Be a good girl and trust me.”
I didn’t argue. My butt was still red from last night’s spanking. Gypsi had pointed it out at the pool today. I’d have been embarrassed, but they all seemed to have their own spanking stories. These possessive alpha men had a thing for it. Levi was apparently just the one who was more into it than the others.
Levi walked us out the front door and to a waiting limo, and Six stood at the back door, wearing a suit. That was something I’d never expected to see. He looked nice in a suit though. Less like a gang member.
Six opened the door, and Levi handed him my bag before climbing in behind me.
“My first limo ride too,” I told him.
“Good. I want all your firsts and onlys.”
“My onlys?” I asked, confused.
He nodded. “Only man to fuck you, touch you, taste you, hold you at night, feed you, make you happy.”
I smiled and leaned against him as he wrapped his arm around me.
“Only man you ride in a limo with, only man you fly with.”
“The only man I love,” I added.
He tightened his hold on me. “Especially that one.”
We rode in silence for a few minutes. I watched as we drove toward town. The airport wasn’t this close to town. Six pulled us up to a three-story brick building that was in the nicer part of the city. The window front was clean, but the inside was empty. I looked at it, trying to figure out what it was, when the door opened, and Levi climbed out, then held his hand for me to follow him.
Standing on the sidewalk, I looked up at it, then back at him. “Where are we?”
Levi led me to the entrance, then pressed a code and opened the door. I followed him inside. The hardwood floor was new, and the smell of fresh paint filled the air. This looked like it could be a store or really anything. It was a big, open space.
Levi said nothing as I looked around. “This way,” he finally said, and we walked to the two swinging doors in the back.
When I entered the next room, I realized it was an industrial kitchen. So, this was going to be a restaurant? Or had been one?
The space was massive and shiny with all the stainless steel appliances and workspace.
“Okay, why are we here?” I asked him.
“This is the new location of the Good Saints Food Bank and Meal Service,” he told me.
My eyes widened. “The one at the church? How? This is bigger than their church is.”
Levi nodded. “You want to volunteer and make a difference. Have a purpose. Now, you’re going to make a bigger difference. Feed more people—shut-ins, homeless, and any other person you find who needs to be fed.”
I was so confused. “You’re going to let me volunteer, and this is where they are going to be working out of?”
He nodded.
“You changed your mind about my safety then? This is safe here, and you feel better about it?” I asked, feeling hopeful.
“Yes. This is very safe. You can volunteer here and be as safe as you would be at home.”
I wasn’t sure why he seemed to think that was the case, but I wasn’t going to argue.
“Are you happy?” he asked me.
“Yes! I am ecstatic. I’m just trying to wrap my head around how they are moving into this facility. The food bank and pantry is a nonprofit, and they rely on monthly donations from their congregation. It’s how most food banks work. And this place …” I shook my head in amazement. “This is incredible. All the good they can do here. Maybe a Good Samaritan is letting them use it for free—which I find hard to believe, but it could happen. Wait.” I paused. “How did you know the code?”
“I’m not a Good Samaritan. I’m entirely too amoral to be called one.”
I stared at him, then looked around at the room. “Levi.” His name came out as a whisper as the truth started to click into place. “You didn’t do this, did you? I mean, just to keep me safe, you didn’t go and buy this place and give it to the church?”