Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I decided to give her the weekend. Monday. She would call at the start of the week.
But Monday evening found me staring at my silent phone. Seven days. It had been seven fucking days since she had come to the office. And she was still silent. What kind of game was she playing? Or was it that she had another source of funds? But if that had been the case, why would she have even bothered to come to my office? No. There was no other donor. She would be back.
By Tuesday afternoon I knew Savannah was playing her own game. She must have picked up how desperately I wanted to feel her body again. I knew I should wait it out, but I seemed not to be able to get my mind off her. She had changed in many ways in four years.
Savannah then had been a young woman, just barely out of her teens. There had still been an air of innocence about her and a wonder in her eyes for the world. She took my breath away every time I looked at her. I basked in the wonder that this woman loved me. My love for her had kept me chained to my desk for long hours as I worked twice as hard to branch out on my own and make all her dreams come true. I wanted to give her the big house and the big family she wanted. She thought I was a workaholic. Little did she know that I just wanted to surprise her with the news of my own company at the same time I proposed.
And I had been so close too!
The Savannah of today still bore hints of the woman who stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on her. Her raven hair still made my fingers itch to undo her strict, no-nonsense bun and run my fingers through the silky strands… like old times. Her easy smile lit up any space she stepped into, except that it was no longer mine to expect when they alighted on me. And her eyes! Those stunning eyes of hers will always pull me into their mysterious gold and green galaxy.
I stopped my thoughts.
What the hell was I doing? I was furious with her. It was Robert’s lips on hers now, his hands roaming her luscious curves, and his body joined to hers. My hands clenched hard. Did she cream for him the way she did for me? Had he discovered that sensitive spot on her back that a simple stroke of my finger would make her wet with uncontrollable desire even when she was angry and claimed to be not in the mood? Did she whisper in his ear as her body tightened around him while she peaked in ecstasy?
These thoughts and more drove me crazy. But it was a good thing. It kept me from thinking with my dick and becoming weak.
Clearly, Savannah was no longer as accommodating of others and their foibles as she had been then. Now she had a stubborn streak as was evidenced by her silence. I could not help the reluctant admiration of her strength and defiance even though it was not in my favor.
Another day passed.
To my intense irritation a glimpse of Sheila’s dark hair brought back a haunting memory of her. Unfortunately, for me, Sheila turned at that very moment and whatever she saw in my face made her blush.
I was developing an obsession, and I didn’t like it one bit.
This was not how my great revenge was supposed to play out. Being the gold digger she was, she was supposed to come back groveling for the money and I was supposed to string her along some more. Dangle more and more shiny objects in front of her face, while I tired of her body. I should not be the one waking up in the middle of the night with a rock-hard erection, or giving my secretary the impression I was lusting after her.
After everyone else had gone off to celebrate Friday night, I sat alone staring out of my office window. I remembered a time when I was working on a project that had me sleeping on the couch at the office for three nights in a row. When I had gotten home that weekend, I found my apartment cleaned from top to bottom and meals for a week stacked in the freezer.
I frowned. She must have loved me at that time.
There was yet another time when she told me to come over straight from work. I had been exhausted, but had gone nevertheless, and man, was I ever glad I did.
She had undressed me and led me straight to the bathtub filled with perfumed oils. After a good soak, she laid me out on the bed and gave me a massage. I was rejuvenated enough to be able to thank her repeatedly.