Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Gloria smiles at me. “Do you want me to fix you some breakfast?”
“I’d kill for some real food,” I tell her. My brother’s chef is excellent, but nothing matches Gloria’s cooking.
“Give me ten minutes.” She waves us off.
I follow Giant out onto the back patio. “Please tell me you have info for me,” I beg.
“You need to sit down for this.” Fuck me. I don’t care if she’s taken; I’m going to steal her away. I drop into one of the chairs and set my coffee mug on the glass-top table.
“Remember how I said you’re fucked?” he asks, and my heart drops.
“Just tell me,” I growl, unable to wait a second longer to find out about my curvy little peach.
“I found out why she drenched your sorry ass.” Giant is taking his sweet goddamn time.
“Who the fuck is she?” My impatience wins and I cut the slow fucker off.
“Hold your horses and let me explain,” he grumbles and sighs when I slam my fist down on the table. “She’s Camille Delacour. Evidently, she came to town to check out your sorry ass.” Fuck me with a stick. “I guess the little firecracker didn’t like your comment about having to marry her. Good luck soothing that shit over.” Giant smirks, and I flip off the fucker.
“I’m happy you’re enjoying my suffering.”
The back door opens, and Gloria steps out with two plates in her hands. “I thought you guys might want to eat out here.” She sets the overflowing plates in front of us. “Let me know if you boys need anything else.” Gloria steps back into the house and shuts the door.
“Fucking with you is the highlight of my day.” Giant shovels a huge bite of eggs into his mouth. “You might want to hurry up and eat.” He points at my untouched plate. “My intel says your girl is going to leave town this morning.”
I hop to my feet. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that first?” Forgetting all about the first homecooked meal I’ve had in months sitting untouched on the glass table, I head for the door.
“‘Cause I wanted to have a chance to eat my breakfast.” He shrugs and picks up his plate.
“Let’s go.” Giant rolls his eyes. “You drive us in my SUV so I can finish breakfast on the way to town.”
“I should make your dumbass eat it riding bitch on my bike,” I threaten.
“Did you talk to your brother last night?” Giant shovels another forkful into his fucking mouth as I drive.
“No, thank God.” At least my brother will never know I accidentally insulted my intended bride. “Belldonnia is six hours ahead of us, so he was at a reception by the time I had the chance to call him.”
CHAPTER
FOUR
MILLY
“I’m thinking about joining a convent when we get back to Belldonnia.” I sigh and pack my cosmetics bag in my suitcase.
“Stop being so melodramatic.” Rose rolls her eyes. “I just got the email that our flights are booked for tomorrow morning.” Thank God for my friend. She’s super-efficient. “And I booked us a room at a hotel next to the airport.” My heart hurts at the thought of leaving this small town and Damien behind. Tears fill my eyes and I sniffle. Rose puts her arm around my shoulders and squeezes. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I can’t face him knowing he hates the thought of marrying me.” There isn’t enough cherry chocolate ice cream in the world to make me feel better.
A loud knocking on the front door interrupts us, and I glance up at Rose. “Is that the driver already?”
“Shouldn’t be.” She glances down at her watch. “If it is, they’re over an hour early.”
Rose walks over and looks out the peephole. “Oh my.” My best friend steps back and turns to me, biting her bottom lip.
“What?” I take a step toward her but come to a screeching halt as she opens the door. My knees go weak when I see Damien glaring at me.
“Oof,” Rose steps close to me and whispers.
“I’d like to talk to my fiancée.” Damien glances at Rose and growls, causing all the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. “Alone.”
“I’ll make some coffee,” my traitorous best friend agrees. “Why don’t you help me?” She glances at the huge biker with Damien and smiles.
Damien and Giant step into the small apartment, and all the air seems to heat around us. I swallow, watching Rose and the biker disappear into the kitchen.
“I’m so sorry about the ice bath I gave you,” I whisper and feel those stupid tears filling my eyes. “And I’m sorry your brother is trying to force you to marry me.”
“No one is forcing me to do anything.” Damien steps close, and his spicy scent wraps around me, causing my girly parts to wake up. “You’re fucking mine.” Huh? He continues before my sluggish mind can figure out what in the heck is happening here. “Don’t worry, little peach. You’re going to make it up to me.” I blink several times, wondering if I’m still sound asleep and dreaming this.