Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
He seemed so angry as he pulled over into a copse of trees, little Anthony was really bawling his little heart out by now and any embarrassment I felt at baring my breast in front of his father to feed him was superseded by my motherly instinct to give him what he needed.
I avoided Colin's eyes as I opened the shirt, pulled down my bra and fed my breast to my impatient son. It was only then that I remembered what I was wearing. It's something I did when the separation became too much to bear, it made me feel connected to him somehow. His scent had been long gone, but the soft texture next to my skin brought some comfort.
He took a harsh indrawn breath before exiting the car; it was only then that I lifted my head. He paced back and forth in the grass his hands tugging at his hair in that way of his that I used to find so adorably cute. He was still so beautiful I ached. Even with the anger today was my best day in a long while, in fact except the day I gave birth this was my brightest day in almost a year. All because he was here, it was almost disheartening to realize that I would accept any part of him, even his anger.
There was fear here, fear of the unknown, of what he would do. Obviously I couldn't run he had proven that he would find me wherever I went, but he couldn't take my son. He had money and power yes, but I had a mother's natural instinct and no one was taking my little piece of heaven away from me.
I looked down at my son in wonder, this amazing being had been created out of love no matter what came after. For those two weeks on that island we had belonged to each other wholeheartedly I still believed that. We had connected immediately, both surprised and astounded by the electric currents that had flowed between us. From our first meeting we had been inseparable, until we came home and I walked into my own personal hell.
I turned back to his pacing only to find him staring at me.
Chapter 5
How could she still seem so innocent? Everything I had learnt about her said she was the worst type of female. So why couldn't I feel it? Why did my traitorous heart insist on wanting her?
I have every right to hate her she had played me for the biggest of fools. The great Colon Stewart, business tycoon and one of the country's most eligible bachelors. It wasn't easy accepting that I'd been duped it was even harder accepting that I was stupid enough to still want her.
And then there was my son, my child, a part of me the best part of me. Already I felt so much love for him. I couldn't wait to introduce him to my family, especially mom. They were going to spoil him rotten I was sure.
I hadn't said anything to anyone about my search for Amber. I didn't want them to know how deep my foolery ran. They only knew that she was no longer a part of my life, here one day gone the next. Nothing was ever said as to why; my refusal to even discuss her with any of them had soon put an end to any awkward questions.
The first few weeks after she'd left me I'd been fit to be tied, everyone had been wise enough to steer clear of me. No one dared cross me they trod very carefully. My family understanding my need for privacy had left me alone.
I had plenty offers from women of course, but none I found of interest. Not because I was shying away from all intimacy, but because the very thought of taking anyone else to my bed left me cold. I only wanted her, since the beginning it had been only her. And that really pissed me off. I will make her pay for making me want her.
I watched her now with my son, so loving, so tender. Was it all an act I wondered? That wail back at the cabin seemed genuine enough. It seemed to have come from her soul, but I couldn't afford to be sucked in by her again. The last time I'd almost lost myself, this time would probably kill me, and I couldn't have that I had a son to raise; Alone.
I felt the familiar strains of anger once more, only this time they were tempered with lust. Was there anything more beautiful to a man than his child feeding at his woman's breasts?
Oh the anger was still there but my vengeance was now taking a different form.
Maybe I'd just use her as she'd used me then discard her in much the same way. Yes, I like the sound of that. How does the saying go? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Yeah, I'm going to keep her close all right; I'm gonna bury myself so deep inside her she wouldn't know where she ended and I began.