Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Because it is, and it’s all my stupid fault.
“Garrett…” I rush toward him. “Where have you been? I was so worried!”
He holds up a hand to stop me from barreling into him, his expression unreadable. “I solved the Charles problem.”
I freeze. “Huh?”
His lips pull into a tired smirk as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out my phone. “This,” he says, tossing it to me.
I scramble to catch it, and once I’ve got my hands on it, I hold it with two fingers like it’s cursed. “I’m not following.”
“I turned your location back on.”
I feel cold all over. “What? Why would you do that? Charles could have found us—”
“He did,” Garrett stops me. “But not before I called the police and let them know that the guy trying to kidnap you in that viral video would be showing up at that location. They were waiting for him.”
I try and fail to process his words. “You set him up?”
Garrett’s smirk widens, though his eyes remain tired. “Damn right I did. Just like I suspected, Charles showed up at the phone’s location, thinking he had us cornered. He must have been following us distantly since the hotel. The cops were already there, hiding out, waiting for him. They arrested him on the spot.”
My knees feel weak, and I reach out to steady myself on the back of the couch. “He’s…he’s really gone? He can’t come after me anymore?”
Garrett steps closer, his hands gently gripping my shoulders as he looks down at me. Despite my mistake, there’s love in his eyes. “He’s gone, Sienna. The cops have him. And with the video evidence of him and his goons trying to drag you into the car, he’s not getting out of this easily.”
I throw my arms around his neck, clinging to him. “You did this for me?”
He hugs me back, his arms strong and reassuring. “Fuck yes, I did. For you. For us.”
“I don’t deserve you.”
Garrett shakes his head, his thumb brushing a tear off my cheek. “You deserve a hell of a lot more than you think, sweetheart.”
I press my forehead to his chest, all the heaviness and negativity hanging over me since the engagement party blowing away like dust on the wind. He tilts my face up and kisses me, easily at first, but the heat rises in seconds. Whatever exhaustion that had been plaguing him vanishes, and before I know it, he’s jerking his shirt over his head, backing me into the wall, and pinning my hands above me while he ravishes my mouth. His tongue sweeps past my lips, demanding and hot, and all I can do is give in, giving him what he wants.
His fingers dig into my ass, squeezing roughly, and his hard cock presses into my belly, a silent reminder of what he can do to me.
"You're mine now, Sienna," he growls, and when he gives my ass a little smack with his free hand, I gasp in surprise pleasure. Slowly, he leans back, his grin wicked. "Oh, you like that?"
I bite my lip and nod, and he gives a dark chuckle, the sound reverberating through me.
"I want to explore this more, Sienna. The bedroom is two doors down on the right." He nips at my earlobe, and I shiver against him. "I'm going to give you two minutes to be on my bed, ass in the air."
Heat flashes through me at the command as he releases me, and I scramble down the hall without a second thought. My heart is racing, and I'm already so turned on. What is it about Garrett that brings out this wild side of me?
"I said two minutes, princess." His voice booms from down the hall, and I move faster.
The bedroom is decorated in forest green and black with a huge king-sized bed against one wall, but I have no time to look around. I have to be ready for him. I have to do what he says.
I shimmy out of my yoga pants, the matching shirt following them to the floor. My bra and panties go even faster. There's no time to waste. I have less than a minute left, and I'm not going to waste it.
My hands and knees sink into the plush mattress, and I push my ass into the air, my face buried in the sheets. The cool air feels good against my skin, and I can't help but wiggle a little bit.
The door opens, and he steps inside. "Fuck yes, Sienna. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen." There's the sound of a belt buckle, and then his jeans hit the floor. He's behind me in an instant, a big, rough hand stroking the soft skin of my ass. "You're such a good girl, but something tells me you want me to spank you like you're bad. Is that it?"