Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I find that I can’t fire her. All I can do is make her life miserable so that she leaves. In the process, I’m making myself feel like a piece of shit. But it’s for her own good.
“Why are you always closing the curtains? Sun is good for you. Everyone needs vitamin D.” There’s a click and the lights flash on. I whirl round so that all she can see is my back. “Turn off the fucking lights.”
Her response isn’t immediate, and alarmed at the thought of exposure, my words come out biting and fears. “Are you deaf? Turn off the fucking light.”
This time she reacts, and the lights are doused. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were sensitive to light. But you must be, or you wouldn’t be so concerned about it, right?”
I drop my head in my hand. Fuck, she’s so nice. I don’t deserve this. The right response would be another angry torrent of insults. That would drive her away. It might even make her cry. I must not be that far gone, because I don’t have it in me to be so intentionally cruel.
“Yeah, I have a light sensitivity.” I mean, it’s not entirely a lie.
“I wish you would have said something earlier. I am sorry for opening all the draperies. I will keep them closed in the future.”
“Do whatever you want. I won’t be around you.”
There’s a long pause as she searches for a response that she thinks will tame my beast. “Of course, if that’s what you’d like.” She’s trying to hold on to her patience but her voice is strained from not yelling at me.
“What I’d like from you isn’t something I can say out loud,” I reply tersely. I throw the piece of paper in the trash. With my head down, I make my way to the door. I hear her slide out of the way, but she’s not fast enough and my shoulder brushes against her soft body. The brief contact snaps the reins of my self-control. I snatch her wrist and spin around so that her face is against the bookcases and my thick, hard cock is shoved against her frame.
“Stay away from me. Don’t make me food, don’t open the drapes, don’t talk to me, and never, ever look at me. If you do any of these things I am going to assume that you want me to fuck your brains out.” I release her and stalk away.
10
Summer
I flip off the light next to Colby’s bed, giving Beast a little pet before I slip from his bedroom. We’ve moved to the new wing of the house which, like the rest of the house, is breathtaking. I think Colby’s new room is bigger than our entire old house. I leave his bedroom door cracked so some light will flood into the room in case he wakes up in the middle of the night for some reason. He’s getting used to the house still. I think he knows his way around better than I do at this point.
I fall back onto my bed. My body is tired, but my mind isn't. I can’t get the encounter out of my head that I had with Mr. Schulz. Kale. I sit back up, opening my nightstand drawer where I put the crumbled piece of paper that he so easily tossed out. Even in the condition it’s in, after doing some digging on Kale Schulz, I think you could get thousands of dollars for it because it was created from his hand. Ones that sculpt and create the most breathtaking pieces I’ve ever seen.
Not that I would sell it. It feels personal not only to him but to me too. For a man that wants me to stay away from him, he seems to know every detail of my face. From the freckles that sprinkle across my nose to the tiny scar on my forehead that I got from running into a tree branch when I was little. I even forget it’s there, it's so small. There’s also that one dimple that appears in my left check. The level of detail this small drawing entails brings me to one conclusion: he’s been watching me. How else could he draw me so perfectly?
My eyes aren’t focused on the beautiful drawing of myself, but of him lying by me. I run my finger across his face. The reason he hides from everyone is so much clearer now. The light doesn't hurt him. Not physically at least. This is why you hide? Why you’re such an asshole? Even to himself, it seems.
He locks himself away. I lick my lips as I study the drawing for the millionth time. I can’t miss the look of pure bliss on the man's face as I merely play with his hair. Playing with his hair isn't the only thing he wants from me. I tuck the piece of paper back away for safekeeping before I get ready for bed.