Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
The ride up to the vertical lift was silent. The minute we hit the penthouse floor, Slade opened the door and pushed me inside.
At first I was afraid he might leave me there and ride right back down the lift. And he did seem to hesitate.
I took the opportunity, knowing it might be the only one I got.
“You’re a mess, Slade,” I told him. “You need to come in and get changed before you go anywhere else.”
He looked down at himself and seemed to register the splotches of blood on his white shirt and the rumpled state of his trousers. His tie was lost and his jacket was long gone—a shame since it probably cost more than most people made in a year.
At last he gave a low curse and came in, slamming the door behind him.
“You need a shower,” I informed him. “You can’t go back looking like you do.”
“And where do you think I’m going?” he growled. “Not that it’s any of your fucking business.”
“I didn’t say it was,” I said coldly. “I just said you’re a mess—you’re not fit to be seen anywhere. You need to wash your hair and probably brush your teeth. You literally bit a man’s head off thirty minutes ago.”
“That was my Darkness, not me,” he grumbled but I could tell he was listening to me. His personal appearance had always been very important to him, which was something I liked about my husband.
That’s right, I reminded myself, he was my husband. But how could I get him to forgive me and come back to me?
I sensed that it had to be physical. I would have to tempt him with my body and then, afterwards, we could have a meeting of the minds.
As Slade ducked into the bathroom and I heard the water start to run, I went back to the closet where I had left all the clothes and shoes Slade had bought for me on our various shopping trips during our honeymoon
I was afraid that he might have thrown everything away, but luckily there wasn’t a thing missing, other than the things I had packed to bring on our ill-fated move to his family’s mansion. Even the high heeled shoes and the lacy underwear sets were still there—Slade must not have been able to make himself get rid of them, even though I could plainly see by the clothes in the hamper that he’d been living here without me.
The thought gave me hope and the sight of all the naughty bra and panty sets gave me an idea. And then I saw the shoes and knew exactly what I was going to do.
Looking through them, I chose a set that Slade had picked out for me. It was a white bra with tiny lace triangles that would barely cover my tight nipples. The thin white straps were stretched to the limit, trying to contain my full breasts.
The panties that matched weren’t much better. The back was just a thin white string that ran up my backside. And the front had another tiny lace triangle so small that it was impossible to cover all of my pussy at once. If I pulled it down to cover my cunny lips, it showed the top half of my slit. But if I pulled it up to cover my slit, it clearly showed my cunny lips and the thin white string running between them.
There was a robe that went with the outfit—a white silk one that was almost completely see-through. I draped it around myself, leaving it casually untied so that it showed almost everything.
I felt incredibly sultry as I stood in front of the viewer and arranged my hair. I looked pretty good considering the hell I’d been through for the past three weeks. I thought it was probably being around Slade again—his masculine scent was reviving me, like a drink of water revives a flower dying of thirst.
The only problem was my lip. It was still swollen and painful from where Hornsby had slapped me. I tested it gently with my tongue and winced. Ouch, that really was painful.
And that gave me another idea.
When Slade came out of the shower, he barely looked at me—at first. Then it was as though an invisible hand grabbed his neck and forced him to turn his head. His eyes went wide when he saw my outfit and he let out a low groan, as though he was in pain.
“Gods, why the fuck are you dressed like that?” he demanded, glaring at me.
I shrugged, making sure the gesture opened the robe wider so he could see my barely there bra.
“I don’t know—I wanted to get comfortable,” I told him.
“Well, if you’re hoping to seduce me, you can fucking forget it!” he growled, but I noticed that his golden eyes didn’t leave my body.