Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Then he walked out of my bedroom and headed back down the stairs.
I was too tired to get up, not even sure what time it was. We’d fucked a couple times, eaten the cold food he’d brought from the restaurant, and then hooked up again before he drove me home. So it was probably two in the morning.
I wasn’t sure if he intended to leave for the night or if he was just locking up the house before bed.
He returned a moment later with a bag over his shoulder and set it on the armchair in the corner.
I closed my eyes when I realized he intended to stay.
He helped himself to my bathroom and showered before bed. I fell asleep and then woke up again to the feeling of him getting into bed beside me, his weight making the mattress shift to accommodate his size.
Then I felt his warm chest pressed against my back before his arm hooked over my stomach, and he pulled me into him. He hugged me close and rested his face against the back of my neck, right in my hair.
Even when we went to sleep, he was possessive.
“Goodnight, baby,” he said.
No man had ever called me that before, and I liked it. “Goodnight, babe.”
The smirk was in his voice when he spoke. “A couple hours ago, you wanted to be friends. And now you call me babe.”
When I woke up, I showered and got ready for the day before I headed downstairs.
I was surprised to see him there, sitting at the dining table with a plate of breakfast in front of him. Shirtless with his hair still a little messy, eyes tired like he hadn’t fully woken up yet, he sat in a chair that was too small for him because he was a big guy.
“I thought you started at dawn.”
“Not anymore.” He took a drink of his coffee.
“My father moved you from the warehouse?”
“Nope. I moved me from the warehouse.”
I decided to leave this issue between the two men. I went to the espresso machine and made myself a cup of coffee before I added milk to it. I carried the mug to the table and set it on the surface. He sat at the head of the table, so I took the chair on his right.
He grabbed me before I could sit down, tugging me onto his knee and hooking his arm around my waist.
My arm automatically dropped around his neck.
He kissed me. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Then he gave my ass a gentle spank, like he was ready for me to move.
I sat in the other chair, feeling warm inside first thing in the morning.
“Hungry?”
“You don’t have to make me anything.”
He left the chair and crossed the room, his back so chiseled that the muscles hugged his spine. “Already did.” He grabbed a plate from the cabinet and served the over-easy eggs and strips of bacon onto the plate. He grabbed the slice of bread still sticking out of the toaster then carried it to me.
“Thanks.”
He returned to his chair and finished his food, his phone sitting next to his plate.
He’d just shown up at my place last night without notice, and now we were eating breakfast together like a couple. That was fast.
“I’m worried they’ll notice your Range Rover since it’s daylight.”
He shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“You don’t seem to care about a lot of things.”
“I don’t waste my time worrying about things that haven’t happened. It’s an approach everyone should take.”
“Okay, what if he did notice your Range Rover and confronted you?”
He shrugged before he took a bite of his bacon. “I’d tell him to mind his own damn business.”
“I know you’re trying to get in his good graces, and I just think sleeping with his daughter isn’t the best way to achieve that.”
“I’m going to say this one last time.” He set his elbows on the table as he leaned toward me. “This is my problem—not yours.”
I should be irritated when he spoke to me that way, but there was something about it that I liked. I liked that he didn’t care what my father thought, when anyone else would be too scared to touch me.
“Salvatore made it very clear what would happen if I went for you. And you know what? I don’t give a damn. I accept the consequences of my actions, whatever they may be. Now don’t worry your pretty little head about this, alright?”
I nodded.
He leaned back into his chair and continued to eat.
I grabbed my fork and sliced into the eggs he’d made for me.
“I need to find a place around here. Can’t commute hours every day.”
“Are you going to sell your place in Palermo?”
“No, I like it too much,” he said. “Want to go house hunting with me?”
“I’m no real estate expert.”
“Yeah, but I want you to like what I pick.”