Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
If I knew want before, there’s nothing to compare with what I feel now. I know that it would kill me to go back to the way things were. One minute I’m sure that he means to keep me, and the next, I’m not so sure.
I do know that if he leaves me, I’ll probably end up moving into that convent for good because there’s no way I can share this with anyone else.
And what about him? Just the thought of him moving on to someone else makes me want to die. I’m already jealous of all the women he’d shared this with in the past. I don’t think I could bear to see him with another woman ever again.
I relaxed my fists when I realized I’d clenched them in the water. I wish there was some way I could keep things the way they are now, but I know Dante, he only does what he wants when he wants.
He’s been so aloof these past few days, except when we’re having sex. Then he’s like another person, someone that I could see myself spending the rest of my life with.
Since he’d refused to talk to me about anything important, I’ve been using his touch and the way he looks at me as my measure. If I go by that, then I’d say he has true feelings for me.
But then my mind goes to wondering if maybe he’s not that way with everyone he takes to his bed and I’m back to where I started.
I wish I had the power to make him want me as much as I want him. Not just for a week or a month or whatever he has planned, but forever.
I stared into space as the water grew cooler around me and my thoughts grew dim. Dante as long as I’ve known him has never been in a relationship that lasted more than a week.
Except the last one with that Vanessa girl. I hated her most of all. Maybe because she came along at the time that I was realizing my feelings for him. Or maybe she was the first girl he’d dated after the parents started talking marriage.
I slunk down in the water feeling depressed again. I’m pretty sure he has no plans on making me his woman, not beyond what we’ve already shared.
How had I let myself believe that mess in the time I’ve been here? Why did I let myself weave dreams and get caught up in emotion? I’ve only been setting myself up for a fall.
I thought I heard him coming so I wiped the tears from my cheeks that I hadn’t even been aware of and tried to compose myself. If he breaks my heart, at least I’ve had this.
Dante
While she took her bath I walked around my home office like a caged bear. After what just happened in that bed, I know the time has come.
I can no longer treat her like I have been, because shit had changed. I don’t think I could hide my true feelings from her for much longer anyway.
Besides, holding back that part of me from her no longer seemed right. So I’ve decided that today is the day that I will finally answer her question of ‘why’. Why had I snatched her and brought her here to my compound? What did I plan to do with her?
I hadn’t been ready to show my hand until now. Now that I know she’s as addicted to me as I am to her. It was time anyway, tomorrow will be a week since I took her.
I hung up the phone after making sure my little scheme had worked and that I hadn’t been found out.
Not that that shit would change anything, but I needed us to get to this stage in the game, to be sure of her, of us and this thing between us, before there was any outside interference. I guess I expected shit to take longer than it takes to sneeze, but I fell already and if she hasn’t her ass had better catch up quick.
I headed for the master bath where I’d left her soaking in some special salts added to the bubble shit that I know she likes. Her pussy should be primed for another pounding right about now.
She had her eyes closed as she rested her head back on the bath pillow. I stood over her looking down at her and felt that sensation in my chest again.
She’s so damn pretty. Not that I didn’t always know that, it’s just that had she not started her shit, I wouldn’t have paid that shit any mind.
She would’ve remained my little ‘sister’ and I would’ve played the devoted big brother and that would’ve been that. But she’d wanted something else, and had gone after what she wanted in her own way.