Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I kick off my shoes and jeans before I fall into bed. I hate that when I close my eyes all I see is Lauren.
13
Vincent
Hell. That's what the past week of my life has been for me.
I don’t know what I did. Probably has something to do with my stupid idea of going to work that next day after I married Julieta. It was the only thing I could think to do so I wouldn’t pounce on her. Giving her space was the last thing I wanted to do. But I was finding it hard to maintain my self-control around her.
To be honest, I was scaring myself to some degree with the need I have for her. Every time I think back to what I've done. How I manipulated and used my power and money to get her here. Just so I could then put her in my cage to have. I feel like a damn monster.
This isn’t me. The things I’ve been doing are fucking nuts. I’m not sure what I might do next. I’d purposely slipped my finger coated in my release inside of her. My mind was thinking only one thing: that if she got pregnant, we’d forever be tied together. It wasn’t only that. I wanted to see her swollen with the child we created. To see a little girl or boy come out with her eyes or dark silky hair. I never wanted kids before, but now that want is there. Before, my mom would chirp in my ear about it. I didn’t give it any thought.
One day she'd suggested I get a vasectomy. I thought she’d lost her mind with all the grandbaby talk she made me suffer through. Then she started talking about freezing sperm. It wasn't until I asked her point blank why she was rambling on about this that she fussed she was worried I might get one of these girls she sees throwing themselves at me at events pregnant. Went on about people poking holes in condoms. She’s watched too much TV, but she wasn’t completely wrong.
I’ve had some women come on to me, trying to get their hooks into me. They didn’t want me. They wanted my money. To them, it was only a perk that I’m not terrible to look at.
None of it matters, anyway. I wasn’t out fucking random women. When did I have the time? It’s only been over the last year that I’ve felt like I could breathe a little. I’ve got the company in a good place. So nothing needs to be frozen. In fact, I thought my dick needed to be unfrozen. It had gone into hibernation. But that was over the minute I laid eyes on my Jules.
After I sent Jules the text about staying late at work and she didn’t even respond, I immediately knew I’d fucked up. Especially after the lashing I’d gotten from my mom when I mentioned I was working late when she called me. I decided space is the last thing I need to give Jules. There is no way she doesn’t feel the connection that’s between us. I was already heading back home when my mom called and told me she’d just left my house and Jules went to lie down because she had a headache.
I hadn’t even waited for Justin to come back to the office and get me. I grabbed a cab and headed straight home. When I got there, she was sleeping on the bed on top of the covers. I felt like even more of a bastard because I stood there staring at her in only her panties and a damn shirt that had ridden up, exposing her to me. I’d forced myself to go find a throw blanket to put over her. My self-control was hanging on by a very thin thread at that point.
When she woke up hours later, she was quiet. When I asked her if I could get her anything, it only seemed to annoy her more. The next day, I didn’t go into the office. I could tell she was surprised to see me there in bed with her when she woke up.
That’s when she hit me with the whole This isn’t a good idea speech. I didn’t know words could actually knock the air right out of your lungs. After that, she froze over on me, and I have no clue why. It’s driving me insane.
It’s not that she won’t talk to me because she does. I’m always pressing to learn more about her. She has no problem giving me that. We can talk all through dinner or even a bit before bed, but she’s shut me out completely when it comes to anything romantic. There are no more lingering touches or long stares. She does anything she can to not look at me for long periods of time. All that is making it just that much harder for me to get close to her.