Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“My money pays for this place in case you’ve forgotten.”
“Actually no it doesn’t, I earned that money by keeping your home and raising your child while you built your career.” I was never so pissed in my life, but I didn’t have time to debate the merits of the past fifteen years of my life. Dane sounded like he meant business on the phone and I had no doubt he’d carry out his threat.
***
Calm the fuck down brother. My little pep talk wasn’t working. I sped through the streets to get to her, the warm glow from the morning long gone.
I’d already started setting things in motion for our future together. I’d found a house that was just perfect for the three of us and any future children we might have.
I was still riding high on this morning’s activities and thinking as always about when I could get my hands on her again, and now this shit.
I pulled into the driveway and was disappointed to see just her truck there. She’d gotten rid of the fuck, too bad. Now she would have to bear the brunt for both of them. I wasn’t even a little bit calm when I beat my fist on the door.
She opened the door a bit tentatively but I didn’t stop to placate her as I stormed into the room forcing her to take a step back.
“What the fuck part of stay the fuck away from him don’t you get?” She did that ringing hand shit again and looked at me pleadingly.
“It was nothing Dane come on. You can’t seriously believe that I’d have any interest in him after the way he treated me.”
“Hey, look at me, this isn’t a fucking democracy I said no, that’s all the fuck there is to it. I said he wasn’t to be here and he sure as fuck has no need to be here while Alana’s in school if she’s his interest, he ever heard of a phone?”
She worked her mouth like she wanted to argue, which would be the worse fucking thing she could do while I’m in the mood I’m in; not fucking good.
“You have something stuck behind your teeth?” I walked over to her and looked down at her stubborn as fuck head.
“No.” That pout said different.
“Thought so, it looked like you were getting ready to say something to me. I wouldn’t advise it, you’re in enough shit as it is. Get your bag let’s go.”
I didn’t wait for her acceptance and she had the good sense not to ask where we were headed as she grabbed her purse and slung it over her shoulder.
I still strapped her in as pissed as I was, and the move surprised her. She wasn’t accustomed to being treated like a woman I’ve long realized. Still she was willing to piss me the fuck off for his dumb ass. I’ll never understand women as long as I live.
I didn’t say fuck all to her as we drove. She didn’t have much of a reaction when we drove past her old neighborhood and into the one after it, until we pulled into the mile long driveway.
“What’s this?” She finally showed some life as she looked at the mansion up ahead. I’d planned on doing this different, but this shit worked for me too.
She was nervous when I helped her down from the truck and took her hand. I felt my anger ease a little because I just couldn’t stay mad at my girl, hardheaded fuck though she was.
I know who my enemy is, and before long I’m going to have to take that boy out to the shed, but he had no place here, so I put my fire on hold so I could give her this.
This shit represented her regaining her womanhood, or at least that’s the way I looked at it. She’d been degraded in the eyes of her neighbors, and not that I gave a fuck about them, but I wanted her to be able to hold her head up if we were gonna live here, and this place was the best on the market.
“Dane what’s all this?” Her hand trembled in mine as I led her through the doors into the marble foyer with the cathedral ceilings. I knew from Janine that my girl was into this shit.
I just squeezed her hand and took her deeper into the house. Her eyes told the whole story as she took it all in. I knew down to the second when she realized what was going on.
Instead of waiting for her to ask again, I turned her into me. With my hand wrapped around her nape, I drew her lips up to mine.
Wordlessly I led her down to the bare floor, bracing my hand beneath her so that she did not get hurt. I was mindful of the hardwood floor and her tender skin, so removing my shirt I placed it under her head for a cushion.