Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
He’d left his home, gone to one of his bars that was open all night, had a couple of whiskeys, followed by a few coffees, and then returned home. There had been a few women who were happy to offer him some company, but he refused. There was only one woman he wanted, and she was right at home.
What the fuck had he done? Leah deserved to be treated better, and now she was spending the day to get her shit together. If she even suggested it was time for her to move on, he was going to lose his shit. She wasn’t going anywhere. He still owned her ass.
After having a bowl of cereal and cursing his own bullshit in allowing his staff to have time off, he made his way upstairs. He didn’t go to his own room, but instead went to Leah’s.
He’d already arranged for one of his guards to follow her. He made a lot of enemies and seeing as she’d been by his side the past six months, she’d be a potential target. This is why he never allowed people to get close to him. They were always at risk of being in the firing line, and with that shit, he couldn’t let it happen. He refused to let it happen.
Entering her bedroom, at first he stood in the doorway, not quite entering her space.
She hadn’t changed much. The decorations were still the same. Cream walls, a nice grey carpet that helped make the room feel large. It was a large room, but he liked to make things roomier.
The early years of his life and his stint in prison had cemented his need to have space at every opportunity, and that hadn’t changed. He wanted space, everywhere.
Even though there were no personal items, the room screamed Leah. She had some hairbrushes and a few pieces of makeup on top of the vanity. There was a television in the corner with a few DVDs stacked beside it. Everywhere was tidy. Nothing would truly give anything away about the woman who lived in this room.
Cain had promised her space. When she moved in with him, he told her she would have her own personal space, all she needed to do was follow his instructions. He chose the clothes she wore, either by sending a letter, or simply ordering what he wanted to see her in.
Now, as he went to her closet, he saw the many outfits she’d worn over the past couple of days. The scent of the room was all Leah. For a second, he allowed himself to just enjoy the scent, but then he needed to get to work. Last night, he fucked up. Tonight, he wouldn’t.
He’d give her the whole day to get her shit together, and after that, she was his. Glancing down at his cell phone, his guard had checked in with him, and she was currently enjoying a coffee at one of his cafés. Cain owned quite a few of them around the city. He liked to have business on every possible avenue. The best way to yield power was to have it everywhere.
He grabbed several items of her clothes and began walking back to his own room. He wasn’t too far away from her, as he never wanted to be. At first, it was to keep an eye on her because he didn’t know what kind of woman he’d invited into his home. Now, it was because he always wanted her close to keep an eye on her. That wasn’t going to change. He needed to know where she was at all times.
Cain moved back and forth, going from her bedroom back to his, then back again until every single item of clothing, including lingerie, was in his closet. There had been a whole section of his closet that had been empty, and now as he stepped back, he looked at Leah’s clothes he’d put there. It looked right to him.
He smiled.
Leah was going to be pissed, but he wasn’t going to change it. He expected to come home this morning to find her crying. Instead, she looked so pissed off at him for leaving last night. He needed to remember, Leah was not like other women nor would she ever be. She was her own person, and he fucking loved it. She kept him on his toes.
Glancing at the time, he’d seen she had been out most of the day. According to the man he had watching her, she’d done a lot more window-shopping than anything else. She rarely made random purchases.
In the past six months, he’d bought more things for her than she had purchased herself. He didn’t question her. He paid her plenty of money that she could spoil herself with, and yet she chose not to spend money. He couldn’t help but be curious as to why.