Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Removing the light green silk gown, I’m struck speechless.
I can feel Max’s eyes burning on me as he asks, “I thought it would match your eyes. Do you approve?”
I nod my head, and smiling at the man who keeps surprising me, I say, “It’s gorgeous.”
Not having any time to waste, I quickly strip out of my clothes and let the silk fabric of the dress flow over my head. Max comes closer and pulls up the zipper at my side before pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder.
The fabric falls in waves beneath my neckline. There’s no cleavage, and my hard nipples aren’t visible.
Max must read my mind because he lifts a hand and brushes his fingers over my left breast. “I made sure there can be no wardrobe malfunctions.”
A chuckle escapes me. “I’m not surprised.”
My possessive assassin.
I smooth my palms over the silk to straighten out some creases before grabbing my makeup from our overnight bag.
While I’m touching up my makeup, Max changes into his suit. I keep stealing glances in the mirror when the realization that we’re a couple hits again.
Sometimes it feels like it’s all happening too fast, and I don’t have any control over anything. Then there are times when it feels like I’ve known Max my whole life.
It’s getting harder to keep myself from completely falling in love with him. The only thing standing in the way of me giving him my whole heart is the fact that once the threat has been dealt with, Max will leave.
I’ll return to being a socialite, but hopefully, Papa will agree that I can retire from the spotlight and pursue my photography hobby.
And Max will resume killing people.
Then there’s the other problem. Papa will have a heart attack when he finds out I got romantically involved with Max.
Ugh, even if he accepts our relationship, Max will still go back to his world.
Sure, there were a couple of times he’s said something implying that we’re in this relationship for the long haul, and I know he never says anything he doesn’t mean. But I also know he doesn’t do relationships.
He keeps saying I’m his, but that doesn’t mean forever.
Jesus, he can’t even remember who he’s been with and what their names were. He’s a lone wolf by nature.
The elections are in a week. After that, Papa wants me to come home. Max will no longer be required because we’ll receive protection from the SGPM – the Security Group for the Prime Minister.
There’s a flare of panic in my chest when I think of Max leaving me.
“Everything okay?” he suddenly asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I smile to set him at ease as I nod. “I tend to get emotional at weddings.”
I squash my worries deep down so I can enjoy the day with Max.
When I get up from the stool by the dressing table, he comes to stand behind me.
He starts to pull the fabric up my legs, and frowning, I say, “I don’t think there’s time for this.”
Taking hold of my panties, he pulls them off before shoving them into his pocket. “I don’t like you wearing anything beneath the dress.”
Oh.
Heat rushes through my abdomen to pool between my thighs as I turn around to face him.
He lifts a hand to my jaw and brushes a kiss over my lips. “And it will give me easy access.”
I like the sound of that.
I’m given another kiss before he takes my hand and links our fingers. As I leave the guest room with Max, I glance up at him, taking in his handsome features.
I want forever with this man.
We head down a staircase and out of the main mansion. Luckily, there’s a cobblestone path we can follow because I’m wearing high heels and would probably land on my ass if I had to walk on sand and grass.
The ceremony’s being held in a clearing that’s surrounded by trees. White Tiffany chairs are on either side of the aisle that’s been covered in white rose petals.
“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper while Max leads me to the second row. I glance at the other guests and wonder if they’re all involved in the criminal world.
Probably.
Max keeps hold of my hand and rests it on his thigh. He smiles at Nikolai, who doesn’t look nervous at all.
Nikolai’s grandfather and father are standing up front with him, and when piano notes fill the air, we all turn in our seats to watch Abigail walk up the aisle.
“She’s exquisite,” I murmur to Max.
Cillian, Nikolai’s grandfather, is officiating the marriage, and once the groom and bride are standing in front of him, he says, “I was told to make this short and sweet.”
My lips curve up while the other guests chuckle.
Cillian pauses and gestures at Abigail. “Wow, can we all just take a moment to look at this beautiful bride my grandson managed to snag?”