Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Now?” Julieta jumps from her seat. “Don’t I need to quit my job and go back and move my stuff? Also I think—”
“I’ve got it. I’ll have everything handled. You don’t need to worry about any of that,” I say, cutting in before she gets herself up. I round the desk, coming back to her. I tuck a piece of her shiny black hair behind her ear. I let my finger linger, drifting it down her neck a few inches, stealing a quick touch of her softness. I’ve never been so needy for anything in my life, but now here I am trying to get even the smallest of touches. I’m salivating over it. “You’ve spent a lot of your life taking care of other people. I’ll be taking care of you now, Julieta. I will have everything handled. I can even speak to Ivan.”
“You know Mr. Lawson? My boss?”
“We went to college together, actually. He was a little ahead of me.”
“You were friends?” She tilts her head back, her nose giving a small scrunch. Why does everything she do appeal to me?
“I’m not sure I would say friends.” I chuckle. “We get along, but if you haven’t noticed, Ivan isn’t prone to friends.”
“You’re right.” A small giggle pops from her that goes straight to my cock. A knock sounds at the door. A growl of irritation grumbles from me at someone interrupting us when I’d just gotten a laugh from her.
Julieta's eyes widen, and I cover it with a cough before telling them to come in. Aaron, Carson, and Judge Barns enter my office.
“This is Barns. He’s a magistrate,” I tell Julieta. “He’ll be officiating our wedding.”
“We don’t need a license or anything?” Julieta looks to me. My lawyer Carson holds up the papers. He’s not too happy about this, but I don’t pay him to be happy. I pay him to do what I want. And I’ve never wanted anything more than Julieta.
“Are you going to be my wife?” I ask Julieta.
“Yes.” She actually ducks her head. A small blush spreads across her cheeks. I don’t know what’s made her shy all of a sudden, but I can’t help but wonder how far down her blush spreads. I can’t see anything with her blouse buttoned all the way up. She’s not letting any skin show. Something about that works for me. But I’ve already realized everything she does works for me.
I grab her hand and turn to face Barns. “Begin,” I order him, wanting this done and the ink to start drying on the marriage certificate. The sooner he gets through his part, the sooner Julieta will be mine forever. Sure, I put the five-year thing in the contract, but if everything goes my way, she’ll be staying forever.
Julieta Jones is going to be mine. In a few minutes, she’ll be Julieta Castillo. It’s one step closer to claiming all of her. Piece by piece until every inch of her is all mine in every way.
6
Julieta
So many different things ran through my mind when I reasoned with myself that marrying Vincent Castillo would be fine. First and foremost, that I’d be saving Travis and ultimately Rae. That while I might be married, I’d still be the same person.
I’d get to move back home and be closer to Rae and Travis. I would even have the pressure of where I worked lifted. The rush of trying to make my way to the top so my résumé would look as shiny as possible would be gone because now I could take my time. I would just live in a fancy home with a handsome roommate. No biggie. I’ll still be me.
I was so wrong about everything else besides the saving Travis part. I think I knew I was wrong even when I thought that crap in my head. The second Vincent slid the ring onto my finger and then pulled me in for a kiss, I knew I’d never be the same.
His kiss might have looked like nothing to anyone else. He only pressed his mouth against mine, but it wasn’t. He’d pulled me into him. His hands grabbed ahold of me, his fingers digging in to tighten his grip as he pressed his mouth firmly against mine. It felt possessive. Like he was claiming his ownership of me. It scared me, and not in the way it should have.
It should have made me worry that he was controlling or domineering. That had been the furthest thing from my mind at that moment. What actually scared me was for the first time I felt like I truly belonged to someone. Then to think about that being taken away is what sent fear shooting through me.
Sure, I belong to Rae in our own way. But still, she has Travis. Her twin. They have a special connection. I’ve never gotten to have the true special connection with someone who would only ever have it with me. In that kiss, after they pronounced us man and wife, as I looked into Vincent's eyes, I saw the possibility of having that with this man. Which is utterly insane. I don’t even know him. We literally have an expiration date. The possibility of heartbreak is written all over this.