Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
It wasn’t long after we had sex in the shower before she passed out, and I followed close behind her. She rolls over in her sleep now, pressing herself against me, and I pull her in close. Her head nestles on my chest as I trace the tattoos on her back.
I’m low-key obsessed with her.
And I can’t fucking help it. Every inch of her is perfect.
I haven’t yet seen a side of her I don’t want to be around.
“Milo,” Lissie mumbles my name. “I have to go. I didn’t plan to stay.” She yawns but doesn’t open her eyes or move to get up. “I have to see the lawyer today. Mason set me up with her.” I know Mason did because it was my idea, and it is my lawyer. It’s why Elizabeth is basically getting the service for free.
“But you don’t have to go now,” I say and pull her on top of me.
She comes easily, her hands resting on my chest as she looks up at me. “I do, and I’m sore.” She winces. I smirk as she blushes. “Can you take me home?” she asks, hopeful.
“Yes, but I’ll bring you right back.”
“This one-night stand isn’t really working out as I thought it would,” she says, smiling, and gets up. She finds her clothes and begins getting dressed. We showered last night and then promptly fell asleep together.
Best fucking night ever.
I watch as her jeans slide over her ass, and she glances at me, her cheeks getting even redder as she notices my hard cock.
“I would say it’s normal, but we shouldn’t lie to each other.” I wink.
“Milo…” she starts. I sit up, grab my jeans, and get dressed, throwing her her shirt when I find it mixed in with my clothes. She slides it on. “You know I plan to leave town, right? There is nothing here for me. I need…” she looks around, searching for the word she wants, “… freedom. I’ve never really had that before.”
“Yeah, freedom,” I say. “You deserve it.” She smiles and comes up to me, gripping my hips. Lifting up on her tiptoes, she tries to kiss me, so I bend down to reach her lips, cupping her chin.
“Thank you for not asking me to stay. I’m afraid I’ll say yes.”
“I’m afraid I’ll ask.” I touch my lips to hers before I can say another word.
She deserves everything, and if I’m not a part of that everything, I guess I need to learn to live with it.
No matter how fucking hard it will be, no matter knowing no woman will ever compare to her.
Fuck my morals.
What I have left is just for her.
Chapter 32
Lissie
“I’m rich.”
Milo takes me home and lingers longer than probably necessary. But Letti was already waiting, as I asked her to come with me to the lawyer’s office. It’s not my lawyer I’m seeing, though, which has been really confusing. I got a letter in the mail the day before my birthday that was sent to my old address but was redirected to Letti’s.
Letti smirks when she sees Milo pulling away as she comes outside and unlocks her car door.
“So… anything you want to talk about?” She wiggles her brows at me.
“No,” I say, getting into the car. “But holy hell, who knew sex could be that good.”
“Oh, sex is amazing. But when the man knows what he’s doing… well, you know.”
She starts the car, and I nod. “Though I bet Milo is better than most, he’s so…”
I turn to look at her. “He’s so what?”
“Scary,” she says. “And I’ve known him most of my life.” She pulls out onto the road and drives us to the lawyer’s office just outside of town. Letti has somehow become like a guardian angel, one I never saw coming but am so thankful for.
“Should I come in with you?” she asks as I stare at the tall building.
“Would you mind?”
The letter didn’t tell me exactly why I needed to be here, only that I had to come to settle some old debts from my mother. At least, that’s what I took from the letter.
Getting out of the car, Letti comes over and grips my hand as we head to the building. I give it a squeeze before I let it drop as we walk inside. We take the elevator up to the tenth floor. When the doors open, I approach the receptionist and give her my name, and she guides us to an office. Letti stays by my side as we sit, and the man in front of us offers us a kind smile.
“It’s lovely to meet you. I was your mother’s lawyer a long time ago,” he mentions. “I guess you’re probably wondering why you’re here,” he says, and I nod. “I’ve actually been trying to reach you, but your husband said everything can go through him. Of course, I told him that isn’t how it works.” I glance at Letti as she shakes her head.