Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
The door opens and I know who it is before even seeing him. He’s the only one who barges in uninvited.
His woodsy scent conquers my space before his presence comes into view. My muscles tighten like every time he’s in my vicinity. It always feels like I need to be prepared for him.
“Forget about Aiden.” Jonathan sits on the edge of the bed. He’s in black cotton trousers and a T-shirt. It’s one of the rare times I’ve seen him in house clothes.
“What do you mean forget about him?”
“You’re making plans with Elsa to try to get close to him, aren’t you?”
Yes and no. I do like Elsa’s company, but I also hope I can approach Aiden in the future. Considering his reaction, let’s make that the distant future.
“You don’t want me have a good relationship with your son so that we can’t plot against you?”
“I don’t want you disappointed, because he’s hot-headed.”
My heart thumps. Shit. How can he move me with such simple words?
I clear my throat. “You mean like you.”
“Kind of. It comes with the family name.”
“If I can handle you, I guess I can handle Aiden, too.”
“You can handle me?” He stares down his nose at me. “Where did you get that idea from?”
“Elsa and Astrid think I’m doing it just fine.”
“Elsa and Astrid are still kids.”
“They’re not kids. They’re married to your son and nephew.”
“Who are still kids themselves.”
“By the way. You don’t have to be a dick towards them. They don’t really like you either.”
“I don’t care about being liked.”
“Really?”
He pauses, throwing me an indecipherable glance, then nods. “Being liked doesn’t get things done. Fear, on the other hand…”
“This is your family, Jonathan. They’re not supposed to be scared of you.” My voice raises and I realise I’ve let my own anger get in the way. I whisper, “I didn’t mean to yell.”
He reaches a hand to my hair and I freeze as he strokes it away from my forehead. “Maxim was not your fault, wild one. Tell that to your reflection in the mirror every day and you’ll end up believing it.”
Fat tears fill my eyes and it takes everything in me not to let them loose as I fall into the gentle but firm way he’s stroking my hair.
Sometimes, it feels like he can dip his fingers inside me and draw me out. Other times, I can’t decide if it’s his deceptive gentleness that he only uses to get what he wants.
But at the moment, I choose to drown in the soothing touch he’s offering freely. I might regret it later, but later isn’t right now.
“Sleep.” He starts to stand up, but I hold his hand, stopping him in his tracks.
I’m not ready to give up this warmth yet.
Not tonight.
He raises a brow. “Or would you rather be spanked for not finishing your dinner?”
Although the promise turns my legs boneless, that’s not what I’m after. It’s something deeper, and it might slice and hurt me harder than any of his punishments do.
I pull down the duvet on the empty side of the bed. “Stay.”
He pauses, but he doesn’t remove his hand from mine. “I do not sleep with others.”
“Just tonight,” I murmur.
“Why?”
“Please, Jonathan.”
“I’ll only agree if you do something in exchange.”
The damn tyrant. But he’s caught me in a vulnerable moment where I’d agree to just about anything. “What?”
“You won’t go to that dinner with Ethan.”
Why am I not surprised? But since it’s a small price to pay, I nod.
Jonathan slides under the covers with me and I expect him to keep to his half of the bed. Surprisingly, his arm wraps around my back. I rest my head on his chest, using it as a pillow. His heartbeat is strong and steady like the rest of him.
I fit in the crook of his body so perfectly, it’s as if this is where I was always supposed to be.
His fingers stroke my hair like he did earlier and I get lost in his woodsy scent. In the way he smells fresh out of a shower.
What I don’t tell Jonathan is that I don’t share sleeping space either. I’ve always needed to be by myself to convince myself to sleep and to wake up alone in case I have a bad dream.
But tonight, I don’t spend half an hour or more tossing and turning and thinking of happy thoughts to help me fight off an impending nightmare.
I just fall asleep.
And I know that the simple act of sleeping will never be the same for me again.
30
Aurora
“Morning, mate!”
“Morning,” I tell Layla as she follows me into my office. I swear she barely spends any time in hers.
She hates sitting around and always finds things to do outside of the confinements of her four walls. If she’s not with me, she’s doing rounds in the factory or in the conference room.