Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. I take a step back and smirk, the same kind of smile he’s given me several times while he flashes his confidence and arrogance.
“Two can play this game, Braden.” And then I saunter my ass right into the bathroom and shut the door behind me, hoping like hell he’s still standing there shocked when I come out.
Braden
I don’t know the last time a woman has gotten the better of me. Hell, I don’t think it’s ever happened. But I definitely got played by this girl. It’s a new feeling, and not really a welcome one.
After she pulled her stunt, I left for a bit. I needed to clear my head. This girl has me all twisted up in knots and I don’t know how to deal with that. It would probably be smart to walk away, but I don’t think I can.
She works me up in ways I have never been, nor understand. Then again, I’ve never had someone like Macy in my life. Life was getting dull, definitely routine. Maybe Macy is exactly what I need to get my ass in gear. Or maybe I’m just fooling myself and thinking with my dick.
As I walk back into the hotel room, it’s deathly quiet. For a moment, I think maybe she’s gone. It would probably be better for both of us if she was. Even as I think that, I know there’s a part of me that would go after her, hunt her down. The sad truth of the matter is, I’m just not ready to let her go.
I flip the light switch, cascading the room in light, and notice that the couch is empty. I walk into the hall and then the master bedroom. I fully expect it to be empty, and I’m shocked as hell when it’s not.
Oh, the bed is definitely empty, but in the corner, curled up under the duvet with her head on a pillow, is Macy.
She’s sound asleep, her soft blond hair cascading over the pillow like a waterfall, her face relaxed in slumber. She seems younger like this, which is bad, considering she’s so damn young to begin with.
The strangest urge comes over me. It’s something I’ve never felt before. There’s this need to protect her, to make sure she has everything she needs to live a good life. I don’t know where it comes from. Hell, maybe I am losing my mind. It wouldn’t surprise me.
Macy is probably the very one that did it.
I shrug off my jacket and lay it across the chair. Then I crouch down and gather Macy up in my arms. She moves into me, her arms going around me, holding me. The sweetest moan escapes her mouth, and just like that my dick gets hard again. I’ve never in my life reacted to a woman the way I do Macy. I don’t understand it and I’m not sure I ever will.
You would think I would have learned my lesson the first time around. Apparently, I’m just either stupid or a glutton for punishment. Whatever the reason, I pull down the cover with one hand, while balancing Macy against my body. She whimpers and mumbles in her sleep again, making my stiff cock leak pre-cum. Jesus, you would think I was a horny teenager.
Once I have the bed ready, I lay her in it. Then I stand there, looking down at her, wondering how things got to this point. I don’t really have an answer. The smartest thing to do would be to let Macy go first thing in the morning. But I know I’ll probably still make her go to the dinner.
My reasoning has changed, however. Now it’s not all about sticking it to my stepmother and my father. Not at all. Now, I just want more time with Macy. I want to see how she challenges me next. I need to know what she does. It feels like our interaction is a chess game and I find myself anticipating her next move, our next match. I’m starting to worry that I may not let this little urchin leave even after the dinner.
I get undressed and slide under the sheets, next to a softly snoring Macy. I even find her quiet little snores sexy. I resist the urge to take her into my arms. Perhaps it’s self-preservation. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. Because in just a few minutes it’s Macy that curls into me. Macy, the same girl with all the fire to burn a man alive and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas. Macy, the same girl who just hours earlier handed me my balls on a platter.
I let out a heartfelt sigh, looking around the room. I see dishes there, indicating she ordered room service. Knowing Macy, she probably ordered the most expensive things on the menu, trying to stick it to me. For some reason, that thought makes me smile. She has no idea that I want her to do that. I want her to have luxury.