Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Oh good, you’re here. I got all the crap you asked for,” I tell him, shutting the door to the fridge as he walks into the kitchen.
“Meat is not crap, Mags,” he replies with a smile.
“Stop calling me Mags. It’s Maggie for the millionth time,” I say, then regret it when I see his smile leaves, but I need to keep strong. I need to separate. “And meat is gross.” I shake my head then turn to look at who just walked in.
Holy cow.
Sven is gorgeous, but the man who is standing in the kitchen right now looks like some kind of Hawaiian warrior, and the whole scary look definitely works for him in a big, big way. “You have zero manners,” I say, turning to look at Sven then back to the man, only to realize there is another older gentleman with him wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt and a lot of, probably too much, gold jewelry around his neck and on every one of his fingers.
“He’s rude. Sorry about that. I’m Maggie, this guy’s assistant. Nice to meet you guys.” I take the big man’s hand, noticing he doesn’t return his name, then place my hand out for the other guy, who takes my outstretched hand and pulls me closer.
“Nice to meet you, Maggie,” he says, lowering his lips and brushing them over the back of my hand.
“Aww, you’re so cute.” I pat his cheek then step back and look at Sven. “I’m going to head out. I have a date tonight,” I tell him, ignoring the way his jaw tics and the shake of his head.
“You need to work tonight,” he grits out, narrowing his eyes.
“I don’t work weekends.” I laugh, trying to cover up the nausea I feel turning in my stomach. “Nice meeting you guys,” I tell the two men, who are both looking at me curiously, then walk over to the counter, pick up my bag and my key Sven dropped when he came in, and head out of the kitchen before he can say anything else. Shutting the door behind me, I make it down the stairs, only to hear a loud bang that has me spinning around.
“You go on a date tonight and you’re fired, Maggie.”
“Wh…what?” I stutter out as he prowls toward me, eating up the distance separating us.
“You heard me. Go to the club. I’ll let Teo know you’re on your way.”
“You can’t be serious.” I whisper taking a step back.
“Deadly,” he snarls. If his tone didn’t tell me he was serious, his body language would have spelled it out for me. I have seen Sven mad before, but right now, he is completely enraged. I just don’t understand what set him off.
“Fine, you win,” I breathe out, feeling my throat get tight but fighting it, not wanting to cry in front of him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sure,” I agree then watch his jaw clench again before he turns away from me and walks back toward the house. Standing in the driveway, I look up at the house and pull out my cell phone.
“Maggie, what’s up?” Eva asks on the second ring.
“I need to work tonight, can you please tell your friend I’m sorry, maybe we can meet another time.”
“You we’re supposed to be off.”
“I know,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to the concrete below my feet as I swipe a tear off my cheek.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Sven,” she whispers, and I lift my head and look up at the house, my fairytale house, the house I would have picked if I ever got married, the house I would want to raise kids in.
“He’s a jerk,” I tell her then turn and head for my car.
“It will be okay, Maggie.”
“Yeah,” I agree, “I’ll see you in a bit.”
“See you,” she says, hanging up. Getting into my car, I drop my phone in the cup holder then my forehead to the steering wheel for a moment before turning on my car and backing out of the driveway heading toward the club.
*
I wake up with my head pounding, the feel of a bare hairy leg over the top of mine, and a hand wrapped around my breast. I open one eye and close it immediately when I see dark golden hair, a nose, and lips I know too well.
Sven.
I try to recall last night, but my whole memory is blank. My heart starts to beat more rapidly as I notice I’m completely naked—and so is the man asleep on top of me.
“What have I done?” I whisper as I recognize the space between my legs is sore.
Tears fill my eyes as I realize the thing I promised myself I would only give to my husband has been given to a man who has had more partners in and out of his bed than he can even count. And the worst part is I don’t remember anything.