Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She noticed he didn’t sit in Carver’s seat, which she was happy with. That was her husband’s seat.
“It’s nothing.”
“It is bothering you, so it cannot be nothing.”
Now she felt silly.
“I … why did Carver marry me?” she asked, trying to find another topic to talk about.
“I believe that is something you’re going to have to talk to Carver about.”
She nodded.
“Is that it?” he asked.
“I … why doesn’t he wake me up, or allow me to see him out, or anything like that?” she asked, going against her better judgment.
This was stupid of her. She knew this. Carver had more important things to be dealing with than an immature wife.
“Why don’t you ask Carver yourself?” Andy said, and got to his feet.
She sat back in the chair, folding her arms across her chest, and feeling every part the spoiled child. This is not what she wanted. These were not answers. She pursed her lips, and she wasn’t happy about any of this.
The coffee sat in front of her, the steam rising from the surface, and she reached for it, blowing across the top, then leaned in and took a sip. She closed her eyes and let out a soft, subtle moan. It tasted so good.
She finished her morning coffee, ate a few more pieces of sausage and bacon. This time, she didn’t go for the game room. Morgan decided to take a walk in the garden, and she stepped out to the garden without bringing a towel to clean her feet. She removed her shoes, and there had been rainfall the night before. The whole ground was wet, looking a little soggy. She stepped onto the grass and felt it slip between her toes. This didn’t upset or offend her, but in fact, made her smile. Back at home, when her parents were still alive, she would be panicking, but Carver told her not to behave like that.
It felt good to step. At first, that was all she did do, but then she couldn’t help but attempt to run, and as she did so, she slid down on her ass, slipping in the mud. This made her burst out laughing. Shoving her hands into the soggy earth beneath her, she lifted herself up and ran some more, loving the freeing feeling so much. She didn’t want it to stop. She slipped on her ass several times, and on the fifth, she laid in the mud, knowing she was going to need a bath.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
Morgan opened her eyes to find Carver leaning over. “I am.”
“You’re dirty.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “You told me I didn’t need to worry about that.”
“That was before I realized you liked playing in dirt.”
“I don’t like playing in dirt, but I have had fun today, thank you for asking.”
He held out his hand, but she didn’t take it.
“You’re upset?”
“You left,” she said.
“And?”
She growled in frustration. “Why are you always leaving?” she asked.
“My work doesn’t keep a timetable.”
She growled in frustration. She didn’t take the hand he offered, but she got to her feet and blew out a breath. “I don’t like it,” she said.
“What? My work?”
“No, uh, that you leave without giving me a chance to say goodbye.” Even to her own ears it sounded so crazy.
“You want to say goodbye to me?”
“Yes, so I know that you’ve gone, and that … I don’t know … that you are coming back.”
Carver took a step toward her then another one. “Do you think I’m not coming back?”
“A lot of people want you dead.”
“And it has been that way for a long time.”
“But it doesn’t make it right and I don’t want to…”
“Don’t want to what?” he asked.
“Lose you,” she said. “I kind of like you, Carver.”
He finally closed the distance between them, and she let out a gasp as he picked her up as if she weighed nothing.
“You’re filthy,” he said.
He didn’t say another word. He didn’t suggest that he’d change that. Carver carried her back to the house, and he took her straight to his en-suite bathroom. But, he didn’t put her in the shower. Instead, he lowered her into the tub and used the showerhead attached to the bathtub to start washing her off.
She let out a gasp, as he also removed the clothes she wore. There was mud everywhere. She might have gotten herself a little muddier than she anticipated.
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Carver was tempted to leave her, to go and get them both a drink of hot chocolate, or coffee. After stripping her completely naked and removing the dirt, he had to clean the tub before filling it with warm, hot, soapy bubbles.
Morgan was now back in the bathtub, somewhat clean. Her cheeks were a nice rosy red, and the flush to her body was so damn inviting.
He decided to leave the drinks. They could drink later. He stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the water at the opposite end to join her. She didn’t protest. She rested her head on her hand and stared at him. It was more of a glare, but he could deal with her annoyance as he found it cute.