Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
I arrive at the apartment and thankfully no one is home to ask questions. After all they shouldn’t complain; this wasn’t my idea. I went along for the ride, hoping to have a better life. And if Grant’s everything he promises to be then I will.
Once he has some of my clothes packed back in my suitcase, I shoot a text to the girls. I have a disposable phone that’s limited by my cheap plan. Suddenly my phone rings repeatedly, but I refuse to pick it up. I can’t let them talk me out of it. His offer is more than generous. A million dollars is enough to set me up with a degree and have money to give to the girls to get them through as well.
“Ready,” he asks, taking my hand and carrying my suitcase with his other.
Once we’re in the vehicle things are silent as he reads on a tablet. Then he calls someone. “Send them over ASAP.” It’s all he says before ending the call. Slowly the limo darkens as we enter an underground parking garage.
“Come.” He steps out of the back and then takes my hand, helping me to my feet. He leads me to a bank of elevators that look extremely expensive for a parking garage. Then he enters a code, slips in a key and we zoom up. The initial inertia makes me lose my balance, but he’s there to catch me, holding me tight with his massive arms.
I’m too embarrassed to confess that this is the first time I’ve ever been in an elevator, so I keep it to myself. For being smart enough to get into NYU, I’m naïve and wet behind the ears. It’s kind of pathetic, but I try to remain cool, calm and collected.
“Sorry,” I mutter, my eyes on his, biting my lip, waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, his mouth forms a straight line as if he’s annoyed with me. Straightening myself up, I move to step out of his hold, but he tightens his grip on my waist.
“Can’t have you falling again.” A tiny uptick in his lip tells me he’s teasing me. Still his fingers give my waist a gentle caress and another squeeze. My emotions are all over the place at the moment, but mostly I’m overwhelmed with passion, desire, and fear of failing.
The door opens after what feels like forever and we go into this expansive foyer. It’s furnished and I think we’re in his house, but it looks as if it’s large enough for a waiting room. Then he unlocks the door in front of us and I realize I’ve truly gotten in over my head. The hallway to his home probably cost more than my parents’ house.
My mouth forms the words, but nothing comes out. “Do you like it?”
“Like? This is a palace. Are you sure you want to raise a baby here?”
“Do you think we need a regular house outside the city?” The “we” makes my heart jump, but then I remember he’s probably talking about him and the baby. If he’s never around, who is going to care for the baby? What if it’s not the heir he wants but an heiress instead? “You don’t like it here, do you?”
“I’m not saying that. It’s nice. Gorgeous, actually, but there are so many breakable things. But it’s your house. I suppose you can do whatever you’d like.”
There’s a buzz which sounds like the door. “Please take a seat. I’ll be right back and then we can go over everything.”
I nod and see that my generic pink suitcase doesn’t fit in all this opulence. I know Grant’s wealthy and although I think his home is expensive and grand, I’m betting it’s pretty average when it comes to rich residences. The man has absolutely no photos around except one of a woman in an NYU tee and him. So there’s a girlfriend somewhere.
He comes up behind me. I feel him before I hear him. “That’s my sister. Not a girlfriend.”
“I was wondering why you would bother with me unless your girlfriend was infertile. Then again, we don’t know if I am either.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. The lawyer sent over the documents. Please read through every page. I’ve already signed it and if you give me your bank information, I’ll have the first installment added.” He leads me over to the sofa with a large coffee table near it.
“What? We haven’t even done the deed yet. Shouldn’t you wait before dumping money into my account?”
“I can read people easily. You are a sweet girl. I’m not worried about you faltering on this deal. I’m ready to strip you bare and taste every inch of you before sliding up into your wet, tight pussy and filling it with my seed. From the way you press your thighs together, I bet you want the same thing. Read and sign.” He steps away from me and from this angle there’s no mistaking the insane bulge in his slacks.