Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
From there he takes random shit from the fridge, and in the end, I have a plate full of every berry known to man, and even a few fresh roses stick out here and there.
“That’s…”
“It’s okay, boss.” He admires his work. “You can say pretty.”
Scoffing, I shake my head, and he spins to the oven, revealing a plate of sausages and mini quiches.
I sigh in relief. “Thank you, Fredrick.”
The old man chuckles. “Shall I have someone take everything up?”
“I’ve got this one.” Hands full, I make my way to the grand master suite.
I know she’s still asleep when I slip into the room, so I quickly set the food and caramel down, looking at my file of saved security footage of her to figure out how to work the damn espresso machine, brewing her drink just the way she likes it.
The blankets rustle, and I peek back, my hand freezing over the control panel on the wall as I zoom in on her bare leg, now poking out from under the sheet.
This angle makes her toned, dancer’s legs look longer, mix that with the thickness of her thighs and it gives her this devilish sort of softness. The kind that makes your teeth ache to bite and fingers twitch to touch.
I press the button that pulls back the windows, every inch of glass disappearing, leaving the balcony wide open and allowing the morning breeze to roll in over the lake.
I move the food to the patio table, arranging her caramel so it will be easy for her to grab with her dominant hand. The moment I look up, her eyes flutter open, fastening right on mine, and I don’t dare break the contact.
There’s something about being the very first thing those hazy green eyes are seeing this morning that has me instantly addicted to the feeling.
My obsession with her only grows deeper.
“Good morning.” Slowly, I rise to my full height, keeping my eyes on hers as I walk back into the room.
She says nothing, not looking away from me as I move over to the espresso machine, taking her cup in my hand. But I don’t deliver it bedside, I carry the steamy mug to the balcony table, feeling her eyes trailing my every step. Sure enough, when I spin, heading toward her, she’s watching.
As I lower onto the edge of the bed, she rolls onto her back, gazing up at me, and my chest inflates when nothing but our eye contact and proximity has a flush crawling up her neck.
Reaching out, I run my knuckle along the heat of her skin. “You’re exquisite.”
“You’re an asshole.”
My mouth curves to one side and I nod. “True.” My gaze flicks up to hers as I lean down, not missing the way her breath hitches as I zero in on her lips, only to turn toward her temple at the last moment. I let my mouth linger there. “But I’m your asshole and I have been for a long time.” I pull back, meeting her glare, and continue. “It’s true. I’ve been yours since before you knew who I was.”
“Lying gets you nowhere.”
“Wrong.” I stand, holding my hand out for her to take.
Hesitantly, her palm meets mine and I lift her from our bed, staring down at the tiny thing before me. My bride. My wife. “Lying, if we’re calling it that…gave me you.”
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Lying gave me you…
A small frown builds along my brow, and Enzo traces it with his thumb as he takes me by the fingertips, leading me toward the patio.
The closer we get, the more my feet drag in awe.
It’s surreal, how wide open the space is with every inch of glass suddenly gone, the carpet swapping to textured tiles on the fifty-foot-wide terrace, fit for a king.
My head tips down the moment my feet cross the threshold, sliding my toes along it.
“The floor is heated,” Enzo confirms what I suspected I was feeling.
I smile a little, next looking out over the giant lake that makes up all of the Fikile estate.
“Sit.” He tugs out the chair, so I climb into the plush, oversized seat, folding my legs beneath me. My robe slips and as I fix it, I catch him watching, his gaze dark as it trails across the silky number, pausing on the green swirls.
A small buzz zips across my skin. I can guess what he’s thinking, but I don’t ask and he doesn’t say, having something else on his mind he clearly intends to talk about.
Rather than scooting my chair in, he moves the entire table closer to me, taking the seat opposite of it. “For you.” He motions to the gorgeous fruit platter and steamy drink before me.
Silently, I fix my espresso the way I like, conscious of my actions more than normal with his attention focused on my every move. I pour an ungodly amount of caramel on top, licking across the tip after.