Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“I need time, Mama. Please. I need to think about it.”
“Alright baby doll. I’ll just tell your daddy I couldn’t reach you. You’ll let me know?”
“Yes,” I say, sniffling.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine,” I lie. I’m not fine, I think as I get into the Uber. The further I get from Malcolm the more I know I’ll never be fine again. He made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. He made me love him and I walked away. Burning, bitter regret courses through my veins.
No matter what happens now, I know that I won’t be marrying Connor, merger be damned.
chapter six
Malcolm
The Next Day
Hmmm. My dreams were amazing. Filled with my angel and how she felt wrapped around my cock in my arms. The way her delicate breath dragged across my skin while she moaned, keened, and whined for her next orgasm. Hell, the sound of the hitch in her voice right before she screamed my name over and over, begging me to stop, but wrapping her legs around tighter to keep me inside of her. No matter how many times through the night I turned to her, she welcomed me, thighs and arms spread, opening for me like I belonged inside of her. I do. Speaking of…
Moving my arm to the side, I turn my head when I feel cold sheets. “What the hell?” I get out of bed, naked, searching the entire room. When I don't find her in my bedroom or bathroom, I grab some sweats and rush downstairs. “What the fuck?” She is nowhere. “Damn it!” I yell, smacking my hand into the counter and then I see it. A note. Tentatively, I pick up knowing whatever it says is going to rip my heart out.
Malcolm,
What can I say? I am a coward. I want you to know that last night was amazing. It exceeded all of my expectations and to be honest, so did you. However, my life is changing quite rapidly, and I don’t know if I have room for a relationship and I don’t think I want one. Not yet anyway, when there are so many obstacles I have to overcome. So I am asking you not to come after me, Malcolm. Please. I don’t think I would have the strength to resist you. I need time to think, make decisions, and find my place within my family’s business, and you, big boy, are a distraction. I won’t be home so don’t bother looking for me there. My number is also being changed as I write this.
I won’t forget our night, Malcolm. I know this is going to upset you but remember our agreement. It was just until midnight.
Millie
My ass hits the breakfast stool and the paper falls from my hands. Never have I had something come back and bite me in the ass as swiftly and as painful as this. Even when we made that ridiculous agreement last night, my mind was protesting it. I want forever and I thought I could convince her in the morning, after taking her once more over breakfast. “Fuuuuck.” I shove everything off the counter and scream at my own stupidity.
Everything is running through my head. The party, fucking Conner the douche, and even her father who rubbed me the wrong way. The fucked up thing is, what do I do? Every fiber in my body wants to go to her and demand she admit there is no turning back. I want her to say she belongs to me, and I will do the same. But, didn’t she ask me for space? She said she had things to take care of. And what the hell did she mean she won’t be home? Like ever? Is she moving? Where is she going? Then a thought crosses my mind and I have to fight myself to make it go away, but she is not marrying Conner the douche. Right? Then it clicks.
Picking up my phone I dial the one number I know can call and probably knows everything. “Good morning Mr. Porter. How are you?”
“Gladis, good morning. I am...flustered.” I tell her the truth walking through my house and realizing how empty it feels now. She was only here for hours, taking up space in my bed, space I no longer want to feel empty and already I know I won’t be able to sleep without her.
“Did last night not go as planned?”
“It went exactly as planned.” I grumble thinking about that stupid deal.
“Then may I ask why you are ringing me?”
“I would like to know if you know her new number?”
“Ah. I see. Yes. I do know it.” Thank fuck.
“Excellent. May I have it please?”
“No.” What did she just say?
“No?”
“No. All of my clients sign a confidentiality as well as a nondisclosure agreement when they use my services and it extends to the person I match them with, unless they chose to disclose certain…information.” Son of a bitch.