Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I must’ve fallen asleep because I awake to the fresh scent of Caius’s cologne. Peeking my head out of the covers, I find him standing in front of the drawers, naked aside from a pair of black boxers that mold to his muscular ass.
Why does the bad guy have to look so good?
He turns, revealing his impressive, bulging cock, catching me spying on him. His impassive features twist into one of wicked glee. It’s not a look I’ve seen on him before, which makes my heart rate stutter wildly.
“We have time for a quick fuck, love,” he purrs in his fake boyfriend voice. “I’ve always heard pregnant women have an insatiable thirst for sex. Is it true?”
When he goads me like this, it reminds me of how much I hate him no matter what a beautiful, tattooed specimen of a man he is.
“I’d rather throw myself off that balcony,” I say sweetly. “Love.”
He smirks, yanking his slacks off the hanger. “Suit yourself. We both know you could use a little release. You’re quite edgy today, little girl.”
No shit?
I’m desperate to lay into him about the part he played in what I saw. But did he play any part? Not exactly. Yes, he sat by idly and did nothing, but so did I. I suppose we’re equally complicit.
Besides, fighting with my only ally here is stupid. Right now, I need him to keep me safe.
“Can we call Megan?” I ask rather than indulging his taunts with indignation. “Please.”
He buttons his slacks and then pulls up the zipper. I can’t help but notice the dark trail of hair below his belly button that disappears beneath his slacks. His intricately black-inked abs are cut just enough to realize he works out, but he’s not obsessed with it Gareth. The hair there seems soft, unlike the hard prick he usually is.
“Caius,” I say with a huff. “Please.”
“I suppose,” he says as he pulls on a tight white undershirt, “if you’re a good little girl at dinner, we can make the call afterward.”
He pulls on a crisp white dress shirt, then expertly fastens the buttons with incredible speed. How can watching someone dress be sexier than undressing? Makes zero sense.
“You need to get up and get ready.” Caius snatches a red tie from the cabinet. “Wear the black cocktail dress you packed. It’s sexy but not over the top. Ava will be jealous if you steal the show, so it’s better to avoid all that.”
“Why? She knows you don’t like her,” I say as I slide out of bed.
“She’s difficult to shake off when she has you in her talons. I’d rather you not find yourself there.”
I disappear to get ready in the bathroom. After putting on makeup and drying and styling my hair into a sleek, low bun, I return to the suite. Caius stands near the big window, staring into the darkness. He’s fully dressed now and looking more handsome than ever.
Since he’s distracted, I quickly strip out of my clothes and exchange them for the black dress he requested. It’s a Versace draped cowl-neck column dress with a high-thigh slit that shows a lot of leg. The red sparkly Jimmy Choo pumps are a nice touch.
“I’m ready,” I say, smoothing out my dress. “When do we go?”
He turns from the window, eyes greedily drinking me in. His gaze pauses at my chest. “She has tits. I prefer them with tits.” I shiver at his attention.
“You’re missing something,” he says as he walks over to his laptop bag. “Ah, here we go.”
He hands me a blue Tiffany’s box. I take it from his hands and flip the lid open. A glittery solitaire diamond pendant on a platinum gold chain sits inside. I frown as I pull it from the box and let it dangle in my fingers, the light catching the multifaceted diamond and sending glimmers of light all around us.
“Allow me,” he rumbles, picking up the chain from my hand and then motioning for me to turn around.
I can’t help but get lost in this game of pretend. I’ve spent so much time with him, I’m growing used to his presence. For once, I’m privy to his plans, and we’re to go out there as if we’re a couple in love. Apparently, one that’s expecting a baby as well.
His fingers brush the back of my neck as he fastens the necklace. The pendant falls right between my pushed-up breasts that feel as though they’re on full display in the cowl-neck dress. It’s as if he wants to draw attention to my cleavage. This unnerves me.
Before I can argue, he takes my hand, guiding me out of the room. We make our way into the elevators and soon exit on the main deck. Our fingers interlock as a man, dressed in a tailored black suit, passes by. His eyes dip to my breasts for a beat too long and he grins. The man’s smile is too perfect, and his hair is too gelled. Something about him makes my skin crawl.