Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
She was frowning unhappily at him now, but Acheron only found this promising. Compared to the women whose obsession with his money made them sickeningly sycophantic, Pippi's inability to pretend was a refreshing and welcome change. He only hoped two months wouldn't prove long enough to have her turn out the same as the rest.
"I just don't understand," she said stiltedly. "I didn't plan...I really don't want to ask this, but...why me?"
"I don't know," he said simply. It was the truth, and he had only spoken it because she had been similarly truthful with him. "All I know is that we want each other—-" His dark gaze warned her from making any unnecessary protests that he would have no trouble disproving. "And I'm willing to pay any price for the right to fuck you."
Pippi couldn't help but wince. Did he really have to be so graphic? She should feel insulted, and yet her stupid body actually felt the opposite, with the way her nipples tightened with arousal.
Lifting her chin, she said haltingly, "There's no price—-"
"I'm afraid there always is," he interrupted.
She stiffened. "Are you saying you can buy me?"
He met her offended gaze unflinchingly. "I'm saying I know what you need. A risk-free situation, in which you'll be able to keep your ideals intact, your conscience clean, and your life uncomplicated...all the while indulging your wildest, most unspeakable fantasies—-"
Acheron Simonides slowly looked down at her, his midnight-black eyes turning into a reflection of the darkest piece of her soul, and her body responded to it shamelessly and instantly. Her breasts swelling and curving, her nipples tightening, and moisture - so, so much moisture building between her thighs as visions flashed in her mind, exquisitely lurid premonitions of how the two months could turn out to be—-
Acheron undressing her...
Acheron lowering his body on top of her...
Acheron entering her...
Acheron, Acheron, Acheron...
"Everything you'd ever want a man to do to you, I'd do it a thousand times better. You just have to become mine."
Eight
DAMEN LEVENTIS WAS incredulous. "Let me see if I got this straight: you offered to be her boyfriend, keep things private if she wished, and she still turned you down?" At his friend's nod, he said admiringly, "Smart girl."
"Fuck off."
But it had no effect whatsoever as the other billionaire was already laughing his head off.
As the two billionaires continued their conversation in Greek, they remained oblivious to the chaos their unexpected presence at the play center was creating. Nannies had abandoned their young charges, single mothers had taken their eyes off their kids, and trophy girlfriends had left behind their sugar daddies, the result of which was pandemonium. It was one accident after another, with kids running loose, tables and chairs being overturned, and forgotten trays slipping out of people's grasps and crashing to the floor.
"We're back!"
Hearts broke as they saw a brunette heading towards one of the men, and their defeat was all but complete when they saw a tiny, dark-haired four-year-old barreling forward with her arms stretched out. "Papa, I want back up!"
"Yes, ma'am," Damen answered promptly as he swung his daughter back up on the second-floor tunnel entrance into the three-level play structure. It offered all sorts of fun, the kind that even the most imaginative children wouldn't find fault with: airplane cockpits and firefighter poles, hanging bridges and climbing nets, and more slides and tunnels any young adventurer could ask for.
The women waited with bated breath for another woman to claim the other billionaire when none came, they simultaneously sighed in relief, thankful that there was still one left they could all pin their romantic hopes on.
Meanwhile, Damen Leventis' wife was doing her best not to have a heart attack as she watched their daughter fearlessly lunge for a vine-like rope before rappelling out of the kid-sized tower. After landing on both feet, Nala turned to her parents with a big smile. "I did it!"
"Yes, you did," Mairi said with a smile, "and you did fantastic."
"I need to be..." Nala's forehead creased in a frown of concentration. "Papa said I need to be on my feet."
Mairi bit back a grin. "You mean on your toes."
"Yes, that's it! Papa said I need to be on my toes because I need to protect the queen."
"The queen?"
"You're silly, Mama." Nala let out a giggle. "You're the queen."
Seeing his wife turn to him with raised eyebrows, Damen said piously, "You are our queen."
"Ha!" Rising to her feet, Mairi said with a grimace, "You two will never let me forget about the old woman, will you?"
Responding to Acheron's curious look, Damen explained dryly, "A con artist in disguise." Sliding an arm around his wife's waist, he continued, "The woman bumped into Mairi while she was at the hospital for Nala's checkup. She gave Mairi some sob story about not having enough money to pay her husband's medical bills, and my lovely wife had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker."