Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
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“What’s this?” Abigail said.
Roman looked up from the contract he’d just signed to see Abi holding the dress he had gotten delivered for her.
“You’re my date to the charity gala tonight. I’ll have Sharleene sent to you.”
“The makeup artist?”
“Yes, she is already on the way to your apartment. You’ll have about two hours to get ready. That should be long enough.”
“I don’t usually go to these galas,” she said.
“I know, but I’m not taking another woman, and I’m not going alone. Do you have any idea what women are like if I go single?”
She laughed. “It can’t be that bad.”
“Trust me, it is that bad. I’m considered an eligible bachelor, and there are a lot of women who want to find a husband. You’re coming, and there’s no argument. Do you need me to come up with some?”
She shook her head. “No, I have a feeling you’d win.”
“The biggest one was going to be that we’re fucking, so that makes you my girlfriend. Also, you took care of me, and I rubbed your stomach when you were feeling shitty. We’re dating, and I’m not taking another woman with me.” He stayed behind his desk, although he would have gladly shown her an example. “And I am not breaking your rules. So, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“Okay, boss. I’ll see you then.”
She didn’t argue and he couldn’t help but watch the curves of her ass as she walked away. It was next to impossible to think as he did this. All he wanted to do was lift that skirt up, push it over her hips, and run his hands all over the shape of that ass.
He loved her ass. He loved playing with her ass and feeling it right next to his pelvis as he was balls-deep inside her. It was shapely, and when he gave it a smack, it rippled beneath his hand, but in all the right places. She was incredible.
Roman dealt with the last of work, and his tuxedo was already waiting for him. Tonight was a charity event that would host a lot of businessmen as well as a few celebrities. There was a chance a picture would be taken with Abi.
He could have asked any woman to go with him. There were plenty, and in the last few years, he had done that. He had told them plainly that it was for appearances only. He’d not fucked anyone he’d taken to a gala.
People mingled. There was a lot of fakeness. Money was donated. Items were auctioned off, and it was all for a good cause—children. However, no one knew he always matched his donation with that of a local animal shelter. He’d rarely come across big events for dogs. All charities were good causes, and he got it, but he’d always loved dogs.
Another thing about him that Abigail didn’t know was that he would go to animal shelters from time to time, and just play with the dogs. He wanted to have a dog of his own, or a dozen. The only problem was, he worked so often and it didn’t feel right to force a dog to stay with him, when they could have amazing homes elsewhere. He was a busy man.
With his tuxedo on, he was ready to go. Carl was waiting for him in the parking lot, and then he sat back on the drive to Abigail’s apartment. Sharleene had already texted him to let him know she was done with Abigail, and had left. He’d paid her.
Now, as he arrived at Abigail’s apartment, he pulled up to the curb, and there she was, standing at the top of her apartment steps, looking like a goddess. Her dress was a mixture of lace and opaque cream and red. It showed off a great deal of skin, yet still left enough to the imagination. She looked absolutely stunning. He couldn’t help but admire her.
Sharleene had curled her hair, and it fell like ringlets around her face. Her makeup was flawless and not overbearing, nor over the top. She looked like a dream.
“How do I look?” she asked, holding her hands out and giving him a twirl.
“You look amazing, but you are missing something.” He made his way up her steps and pulled out the velvet box from his jacket. He opened it, and Abigail gasped.
“I can’t possibly wear those.”
“They’re for you, and I’m not returning them.” He took the necklace out of the box and handed the box to her to hold. He slid it around her neck and flicked the catch into place.
Next was a bracelet, and of course matching earrings, and he slid the bracelet on her wrist. As for the earrings, she could do them in the limo.
“There’s no way I can possibly accept these. They’re too much.”
“They’re more than enough.” He kissed her cheek. “We could argue about this later, but we need to get going.”