Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes,” I scream as my second orgasm of the night hits me. He holds me still, shooting his load into my womb to ensure that I’m pregnant. The man is on a mission to start our family, and so am I. There’s a good chance that he already accomplished it, but I won’t stop him from trying.
“I love you, Anabelle. Will you marry me next week?”
“Yes. Before my parents head back to Florida.”
“Sounds great to me. Let’s wash up and go to bed.”
“No way can I sleep now. I have to call Isabelle. We have a wedding to plan ASAP.” I jump off his semi-hard cock and dash into our bedroom and into his amazing shower that’s bigger than my old bathroom. There’s just so much to do. I look at the ring and giggle. It’s so big and beautiful, and I’ll be posting it tonight.
After the drama that went down with that bitch, I can’t wait to rub it in. I’ve lost so much because she had a crush on my man. It’s a shame that it had to come to this, but she’s getting the mental help she desperately needs. She has an ego that made her chase after the only man to refuse her. I want to feel sorry for her, but she ruined the career that I’ve worked extremely hard for, and it’ll take a long time to repair.
I’ve received a dozen apologies, but some things can’t be put back in the bottle. I won’t go back to any of those clients under any circumstances. Still, in time, I can forgive the rush to judgement.
“Love, are you done in there?” I saunter out of the bathroom in a towel and stare at my man who apparently used the other shower. He has a condo with two bathrooms, although I suppose it’s mine now too because he’s already demanded that I never leave. Of course we have more than one.
“Fuck me. You’re gonna get bent over again if you don’t slip some clothes on soon.”
“Yeah, because clothes actually stop your horny ass.”
“Very true, so climb your pretty ass in bed because I’m actually tired and we have a full week of getting ready for you to become my wife.” I drop the towel and slip on one of his tee shirts. “That’s going to get you nailed.”
“Save it for the morning, Chef Fiore, after you make me breakfast.”
“Deal.” He kisses my lips and then pulls me into his arms as I let out a long yawn. “Good night, sleepy beauty.”
Chapter Ten
Fabio
Another fresh batch of snow has fallen onto Rochester, but it’s perfect for my beautiful bride as she walks toward me in a long, tight-fitting gown with a white stole over her shoulders, looking like a snow angel. Her hair is down in waves like a nineteen-forties starlet with bright red lipstick.
Everything about her radiates happiness, and fuck if I can wait for her to make her way toward me. My brother and cousin reach out, gripping my arms, and it’s only the shake of her head that stops me. I need her, but it’s her father’s honor to walk his baby girl to me.
Once he brings her to my side, he says, “Thanks for being so patient.” Anabelle giggles, and I shrug.
“For her, I’d do anything.”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
The priest asks her father to give her away, and he does graciously. It’s got to be hard, because letting Anabelle go is something I could never do.
“You look breathtaking. I’m one lucky man.”
We face the priest and listen as he joins us in marriage. As soon as he says, “I pronounce you husband and wife,” I drag her into my arms and kiss her like I should have the day we first met.
Our guests cheered, including a couple of people from the press who had stood by our side. We have no intention of selling the images, no secrets to hide. Anabelle has been my one and only love and will forever be. “Come, Mrs. Fiore, let’s celebrate.”
****
Later that evening the first press release went out, and it was perfect.
A Fairytale Romance.
Fabio Fiore married his lovely fiancée, Anabelle Jones, in a private ceremony in front of less than fifty family and friends. Everything from the food to the décor had been perfect on the glamorous estate owned by his brother, real estate mogul Franco Fiore, who also had the love of his life on his arm. However, nothing compared to the couple front and center. Fabio and Anabelle’s love was open for the world to see-—even the hilarious, yet romantic faux pas moment committed by the groom. Fabio had to be held back by his groomsmen as he attempted to rush down the aisle and scoop up his bride.
A man obsessed, for sure.