Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“At least you have your wife to ease that ache for you.”
“You sound jealous as fuck, and if I didn’t trust her, I’d have to fuck you up.” My brother glares at me. If we didn’t look so much alike, he probably wouldn’t see me as a threat, but then again, I suppose that would be the case if I met the woman of my dreams and she saw him.
“Calm down. You know I have no interest in her. Besides, I need a cold, hard drink, and then I’m hitting the bed.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner. Maybe you’ll meet someone here.”
“I doubt it. Besides, we’re only here for the merger, and then we’re back home.” We give a brief hug before I head into the bar, and he takes the elevator up to his hotel suite with his beautiful pregnant wife.
I step inside the nearly empty bar when I spot the lovely little five-foot-nothing in heels walking toward the bar, and I’m frozen in place, admiring everything about her, from the bounce in her pale blonde tones in her hair to the tight ass in her pencil skirt. Fuck, my dick stiffens on the spot.
She took a seat, and the bartender gave her attention immediately, flirting with her. She had the nerve to betray me and smile at him. I’m going insane and there’s no going back because I’ve never been a man to falter on a mission. Once I locked on my prey, I attacked and made the kill. It’s how my brother and I became a success at twenty-five and now, five years later, we’re billionaires.
“Don’t call her sugar.” I want to snap his neck. Never in my life have I ever felt possessive, jealous, or nuts over a woman, but I am now.
She turns to give me her fiery eyes, but her mouth falls open and the anger fades. “I happen to like being called sugar.”
“Who else calls you that because they’re going to have their tongue cut out?” She’s about to find out how possessive Masterson men are with their women.
“That’s none of your business,” she says, wrapping her delicate fingers around my tie and tugging. Fuck, she’s playing with fire.
“Play nice, little girl. I’m all for a little tit-for-tat. You put your hands on me, and I’ll gladly run my hands over you.”
“How about we grab a drink, and you tell me your name and why I shouldn’t let the bartender flirt with me?” Because I’ll break his fucking neck. I’ve never felt so violent in all my life.
“I thought I made my point clear, but if it keeps you here, gladly.”
“We’ll need a bottle of your finest wine, please. I’m seducing my future wife.” I smirk before sliding my hand around hers, still cuffed around my tie, and slowly tugging it free from her grip. Even when it’s free, I don’t let it go. Instead, I bring it to my lips and kiss the back of her palm. “I’m Lennox Masterson, and please tell me your name.”
“Celeste…”
“I’ll need your room number, sir.” I handed him my key card, and he gasped. It’s a special one that leads to the executive suites, but that doesn’t matter to me. I’m only concerned about this beauty in front of me.
“Come and sit with me.” I take my card while the bartender brings the wine and glasses to us.
“Do you need anything else, sir?”
“No, thank you.” I handed him a tip to get lost, and I meant it because he was already on my bad side, but there wasn’t anyone else to get me the bottle.
“So tell me what brings you into the bar, looking like a fucking goddess with sad eyes.”
She hesitates and says, “My grandfather died.”
“I’m terribly sorry, beautiful. Were you two close?” I ask, caressing her hand.
She shakes her head. “No, that’s the problem. He intentionally had his lawyer wait a week to inform me of his death until after he’d been buried.”
“What the hell?” I want to dig the fucker up and beat him up for her.
She sighs. “Yeah, an asshole until he was put into the ground. Yet, he left me his family home.”
“Okay, sweetheart, I’m missing that reasoning by a mile.”
“He was a prick to everyone, but I’m the only family left, so I guess I win by default.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me. I want to enjoy this expensive wine with desirable company.” She takes her first drink slowly, and then the second goes down faster. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to town for business, and now I’m finding pleasure and my forever. One day, you’re going to be my wife, so let’s get this show on the road and say you’ll marry me.” She laughs, finishing her glass of wine with a shake of her head as if she thinks I’m joking, but I couldn’t be more serious.