Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Defeated.
“I want to ask you to marry me…but I don’t want you to think it’s only because of the baby,” he said, making my heart start to pound.
I waited.
And it was good I did, because he wasn’t finished.
“But then I’m a selfish fucker, and I couldn’t wait. I needed you to know that I love you, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So I followed you out here, and broke in when I heard you crying in the bathroom,” he said, finally turning his eyes to me.
They were bruised.
Huge purple and blue bruises lined his face.
His lip was still split.
His nose was slightly crooked.
And he was the most handsome man in the entire world.
“I love you, too,” I said quietly.
He smiled.
“That’s why I want you to marry me. You’re gonna say yes. And we’re going to build a new house, way the fuck away from any of our old memories,” he said. “We’re gonna make new ones. We’re gonna live our life. And we’re going to be fuckin’ happy.”
I wanted to laugh.
He deemed it, so it would be true.
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, dropping down to my knees at his side.
He nodded.
Simple. Easy as that.
“And what makes you think I’ll say yes?” I teased, running my thumb over his lip so slightly that it barely even registered as a touch.
“You’ll say yes.”
My brows rose.
“And how do you know that?” I persisted.
He grinned.
Even though I could tell it was painful, he did it anyway.
Hooking me around the waist, he stood up, then walked out to the bathroom counter and set me on top of it.
I blinked, surprised at the sudden movement.
Then he walked to the door and flipped the lock.
“What are you doing?” I asked, starting to get down.
He was there in the next instant, stilling my movement with a hand on my belly.
“Stay,” he ordered, pushing up the skirt I was wearing in ungodly slow movements.
I bit my lip.
“You’re hurt,” I tried.
He shook his head.
“I’m not too hurt to prove to you just why you want to marry me,” he informed me, yanking my hips to the very edge of the counter.
I gasped when I was suddenly up against his hard erection.
Very hard.
Then my panties were shoved to the side, and I was being filled up with Mig’s hard cock.
I groaned.
“We need to get you some more slip on pants,” I panted.
He didn’t reply, but I could tell he liked the thought of easy access for me by the way he started to thrust.
Frantic.
All consuming.
I watched him as he watched me.
His eyes stayed on mine even when mine started to go hooded.
His balls smacked against my ass at the frantic movements.
His breathing was rough.
Mine was even more so.
His hard, thick cock plowed into me.
He was out of control, but then again, so was I.
We were having sex in a public bathroom.
He was hurt.
I was desperate.
And the entire moment was fucking beautiful.
We went over the edge together.
His come filling me up, and his love repairing my nearly shattered heart.
“So is that a yes?” He asked.
I smiled against his neck.
“Yeah, that’s a yes,” I told him.
He rumbled in happiness, then leaned back and reached into his pocket, only wincing slightly when his bad shoulder started to make itself known again.
And he produced a ring, a simple silver band.
“I was going to get you a big diamond,” he said. “But I wanted you to be able to wear it when you were cutting hair or massaging your clients.”
I looked into his eyes as he slipped the ring over my finger.
And when it was finally in place, I leaned my head forward, placing my lips against his heart.
“I think you’ve just made me the happiest woman in the world,” I informed him.
He grunted.
“I know.”
Epilogue
My sister said I treat her like a child, so I gave her a sticker for standing up for herself.
-Text from Annie To Mig
Mig
Two weeks later
“If you ever...ever tell anyone I took lessons for this dance, I will kick your ass and make sure your face matches your arm,” I growled at Casten.
Casten grinned unrepentantly.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do this justice, though,” Casten jeered.
I narrowed my eyes, but decided to let it go.
“Just make sure you get the stupid fucking music up so I can get this shit done,” I growled, tugging my shirt at the back of my neck and pulling it over my head.
I threw the shirt on the floor next to the pile of clothes I was to wear, glaring at the stupid monkey suit I was supposed to be wearing.
“I can’t wear this,” I muttered to myself.
Then I smiled.
I’d wear it…but only the pieces I chose.
***
The moment my eyes lit on Annie as she exited the little cottage at the front of the lawn, my lungs froze in my chest.