Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“I see,” I say, chuckling.
“I should tell you about the vow,” she says, still looking at me. Her blue-green eyes are very vivid right now.
“Only if you want to,” I say, even though I’m dying to know. I also hate that Paul knows her secret vow, and I don’t. It doesn’t sit right with me. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“I vowed, to myself, that I would only have sex with the man who would be my husband.” There’s no way on God’s green Earth that this girl is a virgin. None. It’s not possible. “That’s not a dealbreaker, is it? Most guys don’t like that I won’t sleep with them, so I just avoid them all together, not that I think that we’re dating or anything that will lead to sex.” She’s adorable when she babbles.
“Take a breath, Belle,” I say, taking her hands and pulling her closer to me in the booth. “Let’s get one thing straight; I’m a man. If you told me you were never having sex, I’d still want to be with you. I’d respect your wishes. But this just goes to show me that you will one day be my wife.” Her eyes widen as I lean closer to her, my mouth against her ear. “Besides, I can give you pleasure in a million different ways without ever taking your cherry. You know that, don’t you?” I feel her shake her head no. “You will.”
Chapter Six
Belle
What the hell just happened? My entire body feels like it’s on fire. I somehow manage to eat my lunch. As soon as we are almost done, my dad saunters out of the kitchen and comes right toward us. I scoot out of the booth and hug him.
“Hello, Belly,” he says, making me cringe. He’s not saying it to be mean. He’s always called me that, but now that I have a gut, it hurts a bit. He doesn’t seem to notice my hurt or my belly, to be fair.
“Hi, Papa!”
“Introduce me to your young man,” he says as Kent stands.
“Papa, this is Kent Beaufoy. Kent, my dad, Kellen Fisher.”
“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” Kent says, shaking his hand.
“What are you intentions with my daughter?” Papa asks, and to his credit, Kent doesn’t balk at such an old-fashioned question.
“I have only the best intentions with Belle, but I think I should discuss those with her first,” he says, and my dad nods.
“I like you. You should come to dinner at our house on Sunday.”
“I’d like that, but I have five sisters that I am responsible for.”
“The more, the merrier. My nephews will be there as well. Our numbers will round out well.”
“Okay, we’ll be there,” I say, wanting to do anything to get closer to this girl.
“I’ll take care of your check,” he says, grabbing it from the table. “See you Sunday,” he says, hugging Belle again before leaving. I reach into my pocket and pull out my wallet. I leave thirty dollars on the table for a tip.
“Let me walk you back to work,” he says. I immediately put my hand in his. I love that I feel safe enough with him to do that. We walk across the street and back toward the office. We are about two seconds from the door when he stops at his truck. “Hang on,” he says, swinging around to step down the curb and on the pavement. He unlocks the door and reaches above the visor.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Medical insurance correction form, my secondary reason for coming into the office today,” he says, handing it to me.
“What was the first?” I ask, licking my lips. He stares at my lips, and I shiver in anticipation.
“You,” he says, pulling me closer to him.
“Me?” I squeak.
“Yes. I have thought of nothing but you all fucking weekend,” he says, lowering his head to mine. Our lips meet. This must be what Heaven is like. One kiss will never, ever be enough. I wrap my arms around his neck and moan. My mouth opens, and his tongue sweeps inside, dancing with mine. I moan softly and press my tits against his chest. I get lost in the kiss until an asshole shoulder-checks him. I am thrust forward. He almost knocks me down, but thankfully, Kent has a firm hold on me.
“What the fuck, man?” he asks, turning to the asshat. “Barry? What the fuck is your problem?”
“I see you have no problem making out with this loser in the street, do you?” he asks me. His face is flushed with anger. Kent looks like he’s about two seconds from flattening this motherfucker, boss’s son or not.
“Excuse me?” I ask, my fists clenched at my sides.
“You won’t go out with me, but you’ll go out with him?”
“I was trying to let you down gently. I’ve been with Kent for over six months now,” I lie. Kent wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close.