Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
A light kiss brushed my shoulder. I looked down at my wife and groaned. “Harrison,” I answered the phone.
“Sir, we have a problem at the office,” my assistant exclaimed. There was nothing that required my attention that I was aware of. There were no client meetings for the week. Unless the place was burning down, I had no interest in dealing with it.
“I’m on my way home. Send me a detailed message about the problem.” I didn’t want interruptions today.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied. I ended the call with a newfound frustration. It had better not be big enough for me to go into the office. The only thing I cared about was my marriage.
“Sorry about that. Work problems.”
“Are they serious?”
“I have no idea. All you need to be concerned about is enjoying your first day as Mrs. Harrison.”
“That sounds great.” She snuggled deeper into my embrace, and I finally could ease the tension in my body.
Chapter Three
Yelena
My new husband bought me. I should be scared and concerned, and yet, I’d never been less afraid. As soon as I entered the car, a sense of relief came over me, and a weight was lifted off my shoulders.
“This is your new home,” he said as we drove through the black wrought-iron gates and passed two security men.
“It’s beautiful.” In ways it resembled my old home, but in my heart, I knew I had finally escaped hell. The loud clang of the gates closing behind me didn’t frighten me. I clung to my husband, who didn’t seem to mind. Even the call earlier hadn’t stopped him from giving me attention. I hadn’t missed the voice of a woman on the other end, but it wasn’t my place to ask. Still, I wanted to stare this woman down and let her know Silas was mine.
Six long months, and my dreams had come true. I might not know much about him other than what I read about or what others had said. Still, none of it mattered because my heart hadn’t wanted anything else but the man in front of me. The rumors about hating women weren’t entirely true. I remembered the look in his amber eyes when he held me. The sudden shift from confused to hungry had caught me by surprise that day. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“If you knew my thoughts, you might not think they’re so pretty.” They were bordering on lustful. Although I wasn’t sure how capable I was for that. I had no experience, but his touch made me reconsider my capabilities.
“Well, are they dirty?”
“Not yet,” I replied truthfully. Although I couldn’t guarantee how long that would last.
The door of the car opened, and the driver waited for us to exit. Silas leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.” My breath caught and my face burned. He chuckled softly, only adding to the sensual appeal he had. “Let me show you to your bedroom.”
“Don’t you mean our bedroom?” I asked as we climbed the front steps.
“No, this one is just yours. I’m not going to force you into that part of our lives. When you’re ready, you let me know.”
“So, you’re going to live like a monk, or are you going to have mistresses?” I asked as the large wooden doors opened.
“Baby, there’s no one else but you. I can’t say that I’m not going to help myself.” He turned to a man in a suit who answered the door. Oh goodness, did he just hear what I asked? “Declan, this is my wife, Yelena. Yelena, this is our butler, Declan.”
“Madam, we’re glad that you’re here.”
“Can you let the staff know we’re home and that dinner should be ready in an hour?”
“Yes, Mr. Harrison. The bedroom has been prepared as requested.” He thanked him, and I nodded before Silas led me up an enormous staircase. Okay, maybe my father’s house wasn’t as nice as this. He had large columns that divided the foyer from the main entryway. In front was a massive staircase that led to the second floor
I paused, observing the classic and elegant décor. “This way, Yelena.”
“In the contract with my father, it said I had to produce an heir,” I blurted out.
“As I said, love, when the time is right,” he replied as he led me to a large bedroom.
“You’re awfully generous.” My father wasn’t kind. If my virginity didn’t hold any weight, I would have been traded between his friends and guards.
“Let’s just say I enjoyed you being in my arms way more than you can even understand, so waiting isn’t the worst thing unless you don’t let me hug you.” I was at a loss for words. I could live in his arms if he’d let me. I was about to say something when someone shouted.