Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“What does that have to do with anything, she still slept with him while we were engaged, they still embarrassed me. And since everyone around here including you, seems to think it’s okay to trample my heart and feelings and take their side, I have to look out for myself. What do I look like to you? Bitch made?” I’d noticed in the last couple of weeks that her vocabulary can lean towards strange sometimes, things she picked up in college that you wouldn’t expect the daughter of the town’s leading family to utter. ‘Bitch made’ was the least offensive one I guess.
“You’re nuttier than squirrel shit you know that. No one is taking sides here, but the truth is you never wanted to marry that jackass in the first place so I don’t see why you insist on carrying out this farce. Now everyone is back to thinking you give a damn about him, how the fuck do you think I feel? I’m the man that’s been fucking you for the past two weeks what the fuck?”
From the dawning light that came into her eyes I guess she finally got it. Something else I’d noticed about her since the change in our relationship, she can be rash. Like all the things she used to do as a young teen that I thought were a menace, was just her not thinking shit through; like now.
I was tempted to walk away from her because she’d pissed me off, but whether she was right or wrong, she was still mine. I might be pissed at her, but I never wanted her to believe that I would ever choose anyone else over her; pain in the ass. “Get in the car and follow me home; and Camille, if you don’t I will run your ass off the road.” I gave her the look that usually gets her hopping and turned for my truck. I didn’t even get the damn feed I’d come into town for and ended up calling George after all to come after it.
She’d slammed into her car in high dudgeon but she had the good sense to follow me home. She had more attitude than I knew what to do with by the time we got there and I could tell she wasn’t going to quit her shit unless I did something drastic. So while she was ripping into me and everyone else that wasn’t her, I’d dragged her over to a chair and put her over my knee.
She’d screamed blue murder, kicked her feet like a toddler and threatened me with bodily harm. I guess her ass tanning didn’t do much good, so I reverted to threats. “If you embarrass me like that again I will leave your ass. You’re too old to be acting so rash. Do you know what you looked like Camille? You looked stupid, stupid and desperate. I pushed her off my knees to the floor. I guess I was madder than I thought, but what did she expect?
I stood to walk away, at least here it was safe to do that, I’d brought her home hadn’t I? “Grant, don’t!” Shit, that hurt little girl voice will get me every time. She sat on the floor rubbing her ass with tears in her eyes and a sad look on her face. I looked down at her trying to decide just what the hell was going on with her, like where the fuck was her head.
My heart did that melting shit it always does these days and sap that I was, I turned back to her. “Come on.” She fell into my arms when I reached them out to her and all was forgiven. Oh yeah, I now know how she’d wound her old man around her little finger all these years.
“Hop up here.” She wrapped her arms and legs around me and buried her face in my neck as I headed for the stairs and the master suite. It seems all our conflicts ended here, with me buried inside her. It was the only way I’d found thus far to keep her little ass quiet, but she was getting so good at the shit, it was only a matter of time before she tried controlling me there too.
I dropped her on the bed and went to work on her clothes and mine. She has this way of looking up at me from my pillow, with a wanton look on her face, that gets me in the gut every time. She can go from prim and proper, and even hellcat, to sexual siren in the blink of an eye.
There was none of the usual buildup, none of the finesse I’d introduced her to so far. Instead I let her see and feel some of my displeasure in the sharp bite of my teeth into the flesh of her neck. “Grant?” She sounded just the right amount of scared.