Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Since I never got a chance to check into my hotel room, I head towards the hotel door and make my way towards my car and head to the shared apartment I have with Brady. I know he’s at work and this is the perfect opportunity for me to pack up my clothes and move out, then I’ll deal with my parents and the wedding I’ll now be canceling.
I walk into what used to be an apartment that was filled with laughter and joy, but is now filled with nothing but lies, cheating, and hatred. Even going into the master bedroom is enough to make me cringe, let alone look at the bed we once shared. Thank goodness I won’t be reliving that scene over and over again. I grabbed some boxes on my way here, and I use those and my luggage to pack up my belongings. I only take my clothes, shoes, toiletries, and a few personal belongings and then I walk out the door.
Chapter Six
Justin
Two Months Later
I’m sitting at my desk when my secretary Jane walks in, she’s retiring at the end of this month and as much as I hate to see her go, I know she’s doing what she really wants to and that’s taking care of her grandchildren. I always hoped by the time I hit thirty-five that I would be settled down and have a few children of my own, with a wife to come home to each and every night. Too bad those plans didn’t go accordingly.
“Mr. Steele, the HR department just sent over my replacement. Would you like to meet her now or later today?” she asks.
“You can bring her in Jane. The sooner, the better.”
“I’ll bring her in now, then.” She leaves to go and get my new secretary. I just hope she’s not a complete idiot and knows what she’s doing in this line of work.
When the door knob turns, I look up and see the beauty I couldn’t keep off my mind for the past two months. I even tried tracking her down, but with no last name and only her looks and the remembrance of her tight pussy, there was nowhere for me to look. In all actuality it pissed me the fuck off that I slept while she snuck out. She left that much of an impression on me. I wanted to get to know her more, to see what made her tick, if it was just a fling to her, or if it could have been something more. We meet each other’s eyes and I see the sudden shock on her face and hear the sweet intake of her breath. Remembering her moaning my name out, along with her breathy sounds when she was in the midst of an orgasm.
“Hello, Gabriella.” I say as I stand up from my desk walking around towards her and Jane.
“Hello, Justin. This is a…um…a…surprise,” I hear her say aloud, as she puts her hand up to her mouth as if to guard herself from saying anything else.
“Oh, you two have met before? Well this should make things much easier to transition into. Gabriella comes with a background in finance and business, so I don’t think she’ll need too much training. I’ll leave you two to get reacquainted, if you will send her out when you’re ready Mr. Steele,” Jane responds.
I let out a breath, “Jane, please, no more Mr. Steele. I’m Justin. I think we’ve worked together long enough be on a first name basis around here.”
“Very well, Justin,” she says as she slowly walks out the door, closing it with a soft click behind her.
I return my gaze to the one woman that got away, that I didn’t want to get away. I envisioned myself so many times in the past couple of months with her. So many thoughts go through my head and before I can start to speak, she looks at me and my eyes are glued to her.
Chapter Seven
Gabriella
When I look up towards Justin, my stomach is completely filled with butterflies, it’s as if that moment months ago just happened yesterday. Not only that, I’m keeping a secret. A secret I haven’t told one single person. I tried to find him, but do you know how many Justin’s are in this world. There’s no telling how long it could take me to call every Justin I found on the internet. I’m looking at him and I can still feel the graze of his short beard along on my body, how he worshipped every square inch, and how he held me the whole night until I slipped out of bed when he was sleeping. If it wasn’t for the mess that was left behind that very night I met him, I probably would have never left him.