Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“I want to ask you a few questions,” he said.
“Okay.”
That was the response he always got.
Okay. No more elaborate words, just “okay.”
He was starting to really fucking hate that word. Even as a teenager he had more to fucking say than “okay.”
She looked up at him. Her eyes were big and blue, and fuck, he loved looking into them.
He was going straight to hell for the things he imagined doing to this woman.
No! He had to remember she was still a girl.
Eighteen didn’t make her a woman.
She tilted her head to the side. “Are you in pain?” she asked.
It was the first time she’d said more than a word to him. He’d take it.
“No.”
“You look it.”
She sipped at more of her soup. She rested the spoon against her lips and watched him. Why was he getting all these fucking feelings from a girl he didn’t even know?
Pushing those thoughts aside, he got back on track with his question, the one he’d been trying to find an answer to.
“How come you were in boarding school?”
“To learn.”
“No, I knew Ryan. He wouldn’t have sent you to boarding school. He was always on about keeping his kids close and that kind of shit. Now, why were you in boarding school? Do you have a record? Were you bad? What?”
She smiled.
“Look, kid, I’m curious.”
“I’m not a child,” she said.
Her voice was so soft. He felt an answer running straight to his balls.
“Whatever, just answer the question.”
“I was in boarding school because I wasn’t the pretty little girl that my parents wanted.”
“Excuse me?”
“You knew my parents. They wanted to project a certain image, and I failed to meet requirements. I’m sure they’d have traded me in for a much better model if they’d not had the press over them.”
“Ryan wouldn’t have done that.”
“You hadn’t spoken to my dad in a long time. What makes you think you even knew him anymore?”
“I knew him, okay? I knew what he was like.”
“They always argued about you,” she said. “Always. Mom would call you all these different names, and Dad would always defend you. He’d say you had your reasons. Why did you fall out?”
“I had my opinion on stuff they were doing and their relationship.”
“Oh, you mean they were seeing other people.”
“Excuse me?” he said.
“They were married but fucking other people.”
“How do you know this?” He wouldn’t think about how good it was to hear her say the word “fucking.” Damn, it shouldn’t sound so good. Nor should it tempt him to want her to say other words.
Words that would make his cock even harder than it already was and that would make him a fucking pervert.
“Because I saw them.”
“Your parents?”
She smirked. “Whenever I was at home, they didn’t try to hide it. They both loved to fuck the help, and they seemed to get off on catching each other in the act.” She gave a shrug.
“They’d do this in front of you?”
“No, not really. I’d walk around the house, and they’d end up being wherever I walked through. The pool. The library. Dad’s office. The dining room. The kitchen. Wherever the need took them, they’d do it. Are you a bit of a prude, Luca?”
“They shouldn’t have been doing it in front of a child.”
“I’m not a child. Besides, it’s not like I’m oblivious to it.”
“You’re telling me you’re not a virgin?” he asked. Where had they gotten to talking about sex and virgins and all that shit?
He was pissed off that he’d been lured into this conversation.
You’re the one that started it, jackass.
“Yeah, I’m still a virgin. Why? You ever been with a virgin, Luca?”
“What the hell?” he asked.
She shook her head, and he saw a smile dancing across her lips. She continued to eat her soup.
He didn’t know what else to say.
“How is schoolwork going?” he asked.
“Fine.”
“I’m arranging a tutor for you.”
“Okay.”
“I got an email from the school today. You’ve not handed in any work.”
She stared at him without saying a word.
“When you finish the work, you’re supposed to submit it. If you’re doing it in one of those books like we did when I was a kid, let me know and I’ll get it mailed to them. They’re wanting it by the end of the week.”
She nodded.
He wanted her to speak.
“Is there anything you’d like?”
She shook her head.
He gritted his teeth but went back to eating his soup. Every now and then, he’d see her push some hair behind her ear.
The action seemed to draw him to her, and it was driving him crazy.
This wasn’t good.
He needed to go and get laid or do something because sitting watching her wasn’t helping him.
In fact, it was starting to fuck with his head.
She finished her soup and reached over to take the bowls. He let her go, watching her ass as she walked away from him.