Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
With defeat in my voice, I answered.
“Fine,” I said. “What are the next steps?”
5
Adam
The humble hatchback pulling up in front of my house immediately caught my attention. Very few people know my address for safety reasons so there was only one person it could be.
Adella Rogers had called me not twenty-four hours ago to tell me that she had found a woman who met all of the requirements I’d set forth for a partner. Honestly I had given up hope for finding such a woman but Adella’s call came just in time.
After all, my mother’s been demanding an heir. I don’t know where she got her grandbaby kick from, but it’s made my life considerably more difficult. Day and night, all I hear is “Have you met someone nice? I’d love to have grandchildren soon.”
Hopefully this woman will be what I needed to finally put a stop to my mom’s incessant hinting.
The fact is that I do want children, but this wasn’t how I saw it happening. I’ve dreamed as a child of raising a big family with a woman I loved, but I had no idea how difficult it would be to find such a woman. Instead, everyone from gold diggers to drug addicts have come across my doorstep. My mother suggested that I attend a few Junior League events to find suitable women, but that was even worse. The ladies were fake, with gleaming smiles and rapacious airs. It’s as if they could smell my money from a million miles away, and all the “Bitsies,” “Kitties,” and “Dora Mays” circled me with their claws out.
Shaking myself from my thoughts, I watched as the curvy figure of a brunette stepped out of the car. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I squinted to make sure I was seeing things clearly.
As she walked up the drive, her features became clearer, and I knew that physically at least, she was just what I had been looking for. Aside from her slightly plump shape, which I noticed and approved of immediately, she had a set to her shoulders that said she had more fight in her than her small build would have you guess.
The doorbell rang, and my butler let her in.
“Come in, Miss,” he said courteously. “Right this way.”
Soon, the brunette strolled into my home office, and I felt my cock sit up and wave hello. She was breathtaking. I hadn’t been able to see her eyes before, and up close they were truly a sight to behold. The brown was speckled with other colors that I would have to get closer to make out and the light from the window next to her made the natural highlights in her hair stand out beautifully. Her body was lush and bountiful with giant breasts, a narrow waist, and wide hips that looked fertile. Her legs were long and shapely, even if at the moment, she looked angry.
Hope bloomed in my chest as she raked her gaze over me. Her pupils dilated because I’m a handsome man, with my deep black hair and piercing blue eyes. I work out a lot, and more than a few women have let me know how much they appreciate it.
No worries darling, you can touch me as much you like once we get everything settled. I kept the thought to myself, though I ached to say it out loud. She looked ready to bolt as it was, and there no reason to give her more reason to run away from me. She belonged to me now, after all.
Seeing her uncertainty, I stepped forward with my friendliest smile. See? I’m nice and safe. You don’t have to worry about anything with me. I’ll take care of you. In every way.
The thought caused a twinge in my groin and I caught her eyes glancing down at the telling bulge in my pants. I wasn’t even embarrassed. A smirk played across my mouth as she quickly looked away. And she blushes so prettily too. This woman is perfect. Now all I need to do is convince her of that.
Holding my hand out, I introduced myself.
“I’m sure you know why you’re here. My name is Adam Jackson and you must be Kimberly Jones.”
Her hand was soft in mine, the skin feeling wonderful as it slid across the calluses on my palm. Their presence seemed to surprise her. I wasn’t born rich, after all. I’d earned every single one of those calluses with hours of work at blue-collar jobs before finally getting my break. Unfortunately, the calluses never went away but I’m not ashamed of them. If anything, I wear them with pride as a badge of honor.
“Yes, that’s me,” she murmurs.
Even her voice was heavenly, the sound lighting me on fire with the urge to wrap her into my arms and never let her go. I’ve never reacted like this to a woman before, and exhilaration filled me as I thought of what possibilities the future could hold with this sassy girl. Is it because she’s beautiful and tempting? Or because our arrangement is so illicit?