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)
“Wait, please don’t go.”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” he said.
“You haven’t interrupted me. If you turn to look, you’ll see that I can’t play this game. It’s for two players, not just one.” She was at the air hockey table.
“So it is, but I am sure you can come up with a solution that will work for you,” he said.
“No, please, just one game?” she asked. “I would ask Carver, but I don’t know how to ask him.”
The man stopped and turned toward her. “You’d be willing to play a game with Carver?”
“Well, yes, I mean, I assume he would be into playing games. This is his home, right, and this is his game room. So, it goes without saying I would ask him.” She frowned. “Unless you would advise against it? Does he not like questions?”
The man before her smiled. “He is a complicated man, but I have a feeling you are going to be quite the intrigue.”
“What’s your name?” Morgan asked.
“Andy.” He took a step toward the table.
“Nice to meet you, Andy.”
“It’s a pleasure, Morgan,” he said.
He loaded up the game, and within seconds, he had already sent the hockey puck into her goal area. One-nil. She didn’t mind. The second game lasted a little longer.
“So, tell me, Andy, what is it that you do here?” Morgan asked.
“I take care of the house while Carver is busy,” Andy said.
“You’re allowed to tell me this?”
“Yes, you are his wife, and I don’t see you running to the cops, not that it would do you any good. Before you left this house, someone would capture you, report you, or even kill you,” Andy said.
This made her stop defending her goal, to which he slid the puck right past her and into her goal, making it two-nil.
“Kill me?” she asked, a little taken aback.
“Everyone here is loyal to Carver. They believe in him, trust him, and if you even try to hurt him, there will be consequences.”
“I’m not here to hurt him.”
“Then what are you here for?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I’m his wife.”
“And yet, you don’t wear his ring.”
She glanced down at her hand. “I was never given one.”
“And maybe you should ask him yourself,” Andy said.
The third game started and this time, Morgan focused. She pushed the puck away from her goal, he was so close to getting it in, but she blocked each attack and then swung it out. Much to her surprise, she slid it right past his goal, and now it was two to one.
“And with that, I must get back to work, but that is a sign, young Morgan. I have a feeling you’re going to do quite well, especially if you’re not afraid of him.”
Andy didn’t give her a chance to argue. She had loved playing the air hockey, and she was a little annoyed he had left early. She would have loved to play another game.
What did he mean that she was going to do quite well?
She knew the logical side of her should be terrified of Carver. But she just couldn’t be, and it wasn’t even down to the gifts, although that had been so sweet of him. She adored them. But it was more than that. He took care of her and didn’t hurt her.
Carver didn’t leave her to die, whereas her family didn’t give a crap that she’d been ill. All they wanted was their own goal—money, power—and that had gotten them a death sentence.
What did Carver want from her? What could she give him that no one else had?
Leaving the game room, she made her way upstairs, knowing dinner would be served soon. She took a quick shower, applied her skin care, and was tempted to try the makeup, but she opted not to.
She changed into a white dress this time, then made her way downstairs toward the dining room. Stepping inside, she was shocked to find Carver already sitting down. He was typing into his cell phone, but when he saw her, he put it away.
“Evening,” he said.
At first, she couldn’t bring herself to move, but then, knowing how silly it was of her to behave that way, she took several steps toward him and took her usual seat.
He got to his feet and assisted her with her chair. It was these little gentlemanly acts that had her doubting his Beast tendencies. There was more to Carver than met the eye.
“Did you have an interesting day?” he asked.
She wasn’t sure if she should tell him about meeting Andy, the air hockey game, or any of that. Would it be wrong to tell him? Wrong to keep it a secret from him? Morgan hadn’t been good with lies and manipulations.
“I met Andy today,” she said. “He seems nice.”
“Andy is a good guy.”
“Yes, he is, and he is very loyal to you. Also, he is good at air hockey.”