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)
“If you’re screwing other people, it’s not a marriage.”
“I read an article that said you slept with other men’s wives,” she said.
“First, you need to stop reading shit off the internet. Most of it’s fake and lies.”
“And the second?” she asked. “You made it sound like you had a couple of points to make.”
“The second, don’t go looking things up about me. You’ll be sorely disappointed.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t need to know anything about me. You’re finished for the day.”
She rolled her eyes, and he watched as she slowly put her books away.
“You’ve got a test tomorrow,” he said.
She looked up at him then, tilting her head to the side. “Why? You’re not a teacher.”
“You still need to be able to handle these things. I expect you to get a hundred percent.”
“And if I don’t?” she asked.
“You’ll keep on studying until you get the right grade.”
“With you sitting right there, watching?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you have anything else to do other than watch me study?” She held her books in one arm, and she’d come close to him, one hand flat against the table.
“I do what I have to do.”
“Sounds kind of boring.”
“Go wash up. I’ll make some dinner.”
“You’re very bossy. You’re not my dad,” she said.
He stood up. He had a good foot on her. She tilted her head back, looking up at him. She looked so fragile, small, like he needed to take care of her.
Why did she bring out this protective instinct that also made him want to put her over his knee and smack her hot ass?
“If I was, you’d have been over my knee so fucking fast you wouldn’t be able to mouth back.”
He expected her to back off. What he didn’t expect was her to smile and what came out of her mouth next.
“Shame.”
She turned on her heel and walked away.
He watched her go, wanting nothing more than to follow after her like a fucking puppy.
This woman—no, girl; he had to keep remembering that she was nothing more than a girl—was driving him crazy.
He had to get some control of this, as otherwise she’d completely fuck with his head.
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The days were spent studying. They’d share an evening meal and Mavis left him alone to enjoy some peace. Not that she wanted to. She just didn’t want him to see or to even think that she was trying to lure him into bed. That wasn’t how to win a man, to be blatant with him.
She wanted to push him.
The truth was, she’d love to be over his knee again, this time without the jeans, and to see if it felt even better with his hand on bare skin. She’d never been one to get any kind of punishment. At home she’d been ignored, nothing more than an irritating piece of furniture to her parents that they were responsible for. Boarding school had been a real blessing to them as it meant they could get rid of her for most of the year. When she was at school, she was invisible. Her teachers didn’t even care if she attended classes. They didn’t seem to notice, or if they did, her parents didn’t respond to the warning letter that came out.
All in all, she wasn’t used to being cared about.
Luca cared.
In his own way.
She also knew she was driving him crazy. She’d caught him several times watching her, his gaze on her tits or running down her body.
She loved wearing clothes that enhanced her curves.
A lot of the girls had told her to go on a diet. Seeing as she had no reason to, and was more than happy with her body, she’d always ignored them.
“No one’s going to want to fuck the fat girl.”
“Eww, could a boy even find your cunt?”
It didn’t matter how cruel or crude they became, she ignored them. She was used to it. Her own mother had called her every single name under the sun in front of people as well. Name-calling meant nothing to her. Cruel comments rolled off her like water.
She was happy, so she ignored everyone else.
In a pair of shorts and a vest shirt, she left her bedroom. She was thirsty and a little hungry. She’d not eaten a whole lot at dinner.
Luca had been on a call, and eating while he’d been distracted hadn’t appealed. She wanted his attention.
Dinner time was supposed to be about them, not about business or work. Or whatever the hell was going on outside of the house. She liked eating with him. Sometimes he didn’t even cook what Susan left for them. She adored his stir-fries, or even his burgers. They were all good.
She’d also noticed in the past few days he’d stopped covering up his scarred face. She loved seeing his scar. To her, it made him more real. She’d read all about the fight that caused it, and she also knew the people behind it were richer than sin now because of it. They couldn’t handle him, so they set out to destroy him.