Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
It’s nearly dawn when I carry Parker’s sleeping body into my home and upstairs to the master bedroom. She’s fast asleep and hardly stirs as I place her on the bed and then remove her shoes. There’s a long moment when I just look at her safe in my bed and in our home. This is where she’s supposed to be. Forever.
Chapter Eleven
Parker
“I promise you this isn’t what you think.” The whispered words break through the fog, and I wonder if that is Samuel. I must be dreaming because why else would he be here? I roll over and wince at the sharp pain shooting through my face. “Okay, maybe it is what you think, but I swear—” My eyes fly open because that is Samuel and he’s whispering.
My eyes lock with his, and I see he has his phone pressed to his ear. Whatever he was about to say, he stops and stares at me.
“Let me call you back,” he says before hanging up. “How are you feeling?” He rushes over to the bed. A bed that is clearly not mine. The night before starts to come flooding back to me, and I realize he’d been there. He came out of nowhere when I needed him most.
I reach up to touch my forehead where that sharp pain is coming from, and I flinch. The phone in Samuel’s hand starts to ring, but he ignores it as he picks up a bottle of pills and hands me one. I take it, chasing it down with a large glass of water, then hand it back to him.
“Thanks,” I manage to say around my voice cracking. The phone starts to ring again, and I glance at it. “Who’s calling you?” I glare at him because whoever it is is persistent. And he felt he needed to whisper when they talked.
“Is my fiancée getting jealous?” he teases me as the phone starts to go off again. I don’t know what comes over me ‘cause I snatch it from his hand and answer it.
“What?” I snip into the phone.
“Not a morning person,” Samuel chuckles at me, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“Parker!” Lexi shouts through the phone, and I pull it back and realize it’s actually mine.
“Sorry,” I say to both of them at the same time. I’m actually not sure who I’m apologizing to, but they both deserve it.
“Don’t be. You look like an adorably angry kitten when you’re mad. I rather enjoy it.”
“Sorry? You’re sorry?! You’re lucky I got out of the hospital that you’d been there. I thought you were dead or kidnapped into human trafficking!” Lexi shouts through the phone loud enough that Samuel can hear her too.
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Lex. After they let me go from the hospital, I was out. I don't even remember much of the ride home actually.” Samuel must have carried me into his place.
“How do I know you’re not being held hostage and someone is making you say these things?” I pull the phone back and switch it over to FaceTime. I cringe when I get a look at myself. The area around my cut is already black and blue, and my hair is a wild-ass mess. Adorable kitten? More like a stray alley cat.
“Oh shit,” Lexi says when she sees me. “See, kidnapped.” She peeks around. “In a really nice place.” I glance around the room. It is really nice. Sparse, but the furniture and things he does have look very expensive.
“The hospital said you left with your fiancé.”
“My boss from Finance & Legal BNC.” I start to turn the phone to show her Samuel but stop when I realize he’s only in a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. My fingers itch to reach out and run them down the trail of hair that leads south. I watch his cock actually start to harden under my perusal of him, and my mouth opens.
“Hello? Were you about to show me the person in question so I know he’s not some psycho with a weapon on you?” She’s being a nut, but this is part of why I love her.
“After he puts a shirt on.” Samuel’s lips twitch.
“Puts a shirt on?” Lexi repeats as he actually goes to do as I requested.
“He’s only in his sweatpants.”
“So?” She shakes her head at me before her eyes widen. “You don’t want me to see his chest?! Oh my god, you’re crushing on your boss.”
“Lexi! What if that was a secret and you blurted it out?”
“Shit, right.” She leans in closer to the phone to whisper. “Is it a secret?”
“No,” Samuel answers as he drops down on the bed next to me with a shirt on.
“Well, hello there.” Lexi smiles. “I’ve been wondering what Parker’s type is. I was thinking a priest since she’s a nun for the most part, but—”