Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 550(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 367(@300wpm)
The universe sure can be unfair sometimes. It looks like this chapter of my life isn’t quite over yet after all. I felt the trap closing in around me as I walked towards him.
GAVIN
Dammit, I hate that hunted look on her face. The fuck did that prick say to her? I started to move forward, to take her in my arms to offer comfort, but at the last minute checked myself for her sake.
I wanted so badly to pull her into my chest and reassure her that everything was going to be okay, but her husband had just died and I don’t know who the fuck is who in this dump. Assholes with cameras are a dime a dozen in this town.
Because her husband had been a high profile douchebag I’m sure there were more than a few eyes on her though, not counting the reporters outside. Any hint of scandal right now would not be good. The fact that I was here was already pushing it, but that couldn’t be helped. No way was I going to leave her alone to face this shit on her own.
But I know that if my name got added to the mix these fucks would turn her life upside down for sure. I’m pretty sure the suicide is going to be the topic on everyone’s lips for a while, and there’s no way to prevent her name being dragged into the shit.
So if I show my heart in public I have no doubt that they’d feast like the blood sucking vultures they are. Though I know her life on paper inside out, I have no real idea what her marriage was like behind closed doors.
But I knew the man she’d been married to, the kind of life he led, and I’m sure there’s no way she escaped without some of that shit spilling over onto her. So until I know more I have to protect her from wagging tongues.
I know very well how things can become twisted until they no longer resemble the truth and I don’t want that for her. She’d already been through enough.
I never hated the fact that she’d been married to him more than I do at this moment. Because I know that for the next few weeks at least, her life is going to be turned inside out because of who he used to be.
That though I don’t plan on staying away from her, that shit might make her life miserable. I could already see the headlines and none of it was good. Fuck! How can I do this without making shit hard for her?
We’d both stayed away from each other all this time but no one would believe that shit if I do what I have in mind. I’m pretty sure the whole damn city would believe we’d been fucking all along.
I wouldn’t give a fuck if it was just myself who stood to be subjected to the bullshit, but I’ll never put her in that position. I’d never let them attack her the way they do everyone else and live.
I guess I’m going to have to make some adjustments to the plan, at least until after the funeral, we’ll see. My give a fuck meter is running on empty so that’s not a definite, but always there’s her to consider.
I’ve always put her first so why should this be any different? Once again because of the asshole I have to tread carefully. Fucker’s dead and still fucking up my shit. Like fuck he is.
I’m not about to let that spoilt little shit stain whose only achievement in life was marrying her stand in my way again. He got off lucky these past two years when I left her with him, the fuck more could he want?
It’s obvious I don’t like this guy, and have no feelings one way or another about his demise. Well other than the fact that I can now claim my woman. I’m not one of those idiot people who forget someone else’s misdeeds just because they’re no longer with us.
I’d known him for years, since Wharton in fact and had always known him to be a less than pleasant asshole who I made a point of staying away from. He was a slimy little fuck even then.
Back then he’d done everything in his power to gain my attention and friendship, but I knew that was only because of my old man and who my family is. Because as powerful as his is mine could buy and sell them ten times over.
Later on I just didn’t have any reason to be around the fuck, our lives didn’t mesh very well. So I’d steered clear of him all those years. Until I met her. Life just likes to fuck with me on the regular. The man I hated had the woman I loved. The shit’s weirder than fucking fiction!