Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“How did you know that?” Her brows furrow.
“There isn’t anything about you I don’t know, petal.” I graze my knuckle over her pussy, and she gasps. “You’ll never get away, so you might as well get used to the idea.”
There’s a loud pounding on my bedroom door, and I turn to scowl at the noise. I know the staff wouldn’t knock like that, so it’s probably my idiot brother.
“Fuck,” I curse as I stand up from the bed and throw the blanket over her naked body. “Stay there.”
Going over to the dresser, I grab some pajama pants and then stalk to the bedroom door. If it’s Curt, I’m going to choke him, then kick his dead body out of my house, because I want to fuck my wife. He better be glad I just came because otherwise I’d probably choke him out the second I see him.
Barely cracking open the door, I see him standing there in his suit. I slide through, careful to keep it as close behind me as possible.
“What the fuck do you want?” I hiss.
“We’ve got a problem.”
Chapter Seven
Phoebe
Boone comes back into the room a few moments later. His face has returned to being cold and unreadable. I shift on the bed, gripping the sheet tighter. Are his walls coming back up? His face was that way when I stepped out of the car yesterday, but I thought we’d made progress.
Gosh, it doesn’t feel like that was just yesterday with all that’s happened. For one thing, he had his finger in my ass. Why is that my first thought? What has happened to me in the last twelve hours?
I pull the sheet over my body to shield myself. I’d imagined more normal-ish sex with quiet missionary lovemaking. Instead it’s been nothing like that. In fact, we’ve yet to have sex at all.
“I have to handle something.” He yanks at the sheet, revealing my body to him. His eyes roam over me, and his expression only gets angrier. “You can move about the house, but you are not allowed to leave. There’s security everywhere.”
“Security? Why do you need security?”
“When you have something rare and precious, my sweet petal, you protect it. Others will try and take it from you.” He really thinks someone would try and take me?
He leans down and presses his mouth against mine, and I melt into him. How can I not? I think that might be the sweetest thing a person has ever said to me. When I try to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into the bed with me, he pulls back.
He doesn’t look as angry now as a smile tugs at his lips. Then when it suddenly drops, I wonder what’s happened.
“Did I do something wrong?” I ask. I shouldn’t care if he’s mad. The whole plan was to make him not like me. A plan he somehow knew. Also, the other plan for my possible escape, which reminds me that I need to get a hold of Marley. I’ve got to tell her where I am. She was supposed to follow me last night, but I’m not sure if she pulled it off.
“You've done nothing wrong. I’m pissed at the people who are making me leave my new wife naked in our bed.” Unexpected relief fills me. “I’ll be back soon.” He presses another kiss to my mouth, and this one is hard. When he finally pulls away, I see regret in his eyes before he gets up and goes into the closet.
After he’s dressed, he comes back out in a suit, giving me one last look before he’s out the door. I sit there for a long moment, a bit lost on what to do with myself. When I get out of bed, I realize all I have to wear is my wedding dress. I’d packed some bags, but I’m not sure where they are.
I venture into the closet, a bit surprised when I see everything I bought already there. They are all unpacked and hanging in the closet next to Boone’s things, but there are a bunch of clothes with tags still on them too. I peek at a few of them and of course they are all my size. I grew up with the finer things in life, but some of the tags on these make me cringe at the cost.
It really has me thinking this must have been all planned out. I hadn’t given it that much thought since I was only told about it twenty-four hours before the wedding was to take place. How long did Boone know and how long did it take for him to plot this out? The bigger question is why.
Not knowing how much time I have, I grab a pair of black leggings and a sweater and quickly get dressed before pulling on some fluffy socks. It's prime time to go poking around a bit. For all I know, Boone might have left the house. I’m guessing he did since he got fully dressed in a suit.