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)
Danny’s mother had been a pain in the ass whore, when she was alive. When he fucked her, he didn’t know how money hungry she’d been. It was something he came to learn the moment she knocked herself up.
Cain ran a hand down his face, as the memories of dealing with Danny’s mother assailed him. All she ever wanted was his money and wealth. She was quite happy to go to bed, to offer her body. She even tried to blackmail him with their son. She’d threatened to take Danny to his enemies and offer him as leverage. She didn’t know that threat had been the final straw for him. He’d killed Danny’s mother. No one threatened him and got away with it, especially not that little whore who’d manipulated her way into his world.
It was why he made sure to know everything about a person before he allowed them to get close. He was not going to make the same mistakes again.
Leah was nothing like Danny’s mother. She was nothing like a lot of the women he’d come to know over the years. Maybe that was why he couldn’t get enough of her. She was so different.
He finished up his business, with instructions to have Danny under house arrest. The maids and nannies he’d given Danny over the years had done a piss-poor job in raising him. He knew he’d done the best he could, but he’d never wanted kids.
Getting to his feet, he found himself pausing as he thought about Leah, heavily pregnant with his child. It was a visual he couldn’t eradicate from his mind. It was like she was right in front of him, naked, her stomach protruding with their child. She’d make one hell of a mother.
In a blink of an eye, he’d gone from not wanting kids to suddenly craving two, three, maybe even four, five, or six.
He wanted Leah bound to him, and that was what children did. They bound people together, whether they liked it or not.
Leaving his office, he checked to make sure the house was locked up, not that he believed anyone would try to break into his home. No one would. Or if they did, he had the means to protect himself and Leah. No harm would come to her.
He entered his bedroom and found Leah already safe in bed, the blanket pulled up over her body.
“I’m not having sex with you,” she said.
He smiled. “Not right now, but don’t worry, you will.”
She growled. “Has anyone told you, you’re so rude?”
“Plenty of people.” He moved toward the bed and pressed his hands on either side of her head. “And guess what?” he said, smiling down at her. She looked so good laying in his bed, with her head on the pillows.
“What?” she asked.
She clearly attempted to look defiant, but it fell flat.
“I don’t give a fuck what people think.” However, he did care what she thought. He refused to tell her that.
Chapter Six
“What on earth was he cooking?” Frank asked.
“Beats me.” She leaned against the doorway into the kitchen and watched as Frank lifted several of the frying pans Cain used the previous night. They did not look great. She’d been surprised when she came down to breakfast this morning, to find the dishes neatly stacked, and the kitchen in some order. She had a horrible feeling Frank would have quit if he saw the state of the kitchen prior to Cain cleaning it up.
Speaking of Cain, that man was such a giant pain in the ass. She didn’t know why she put up with him. He demanded she always be with him. This was his request when they first met. Now, he’d ordered her to stay home. He was able to leave, but she wasn’t allowed to go, which clearly meant he was having to deal with business he didn’t want her to know about. There was only one person he tried to keep from her radar and that was his son.
“I have no idea if I can even clean this. Was he trying to make caramel or something? Was he even cooking food?”
The groceries were lined up on the kitchen counter. She stepped into the room, immediately went to them, and began to help.
“I have no idea,” she said.
“Did you two have a fight?” Frank asked.
“What makes you ask that?”
“Mr. Knox never comes into the kitchen. His only demand is the food he gets is of the highest quality, and that he doesn’t have to cook. He never questions what I cook him. I’ve never known him to step foot in front of that stove, and yet the first time he does, it is for you.”
Leah shrugged. “We had an argument. I left to go and do some window-shopping. When I came home, the kitchen looked worse than this.”