Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Are you going to ask me what I did all day today?” Adele asked.
There was a certain note to her tone. Enzo ate more of his pasta and looked at Adele. They hadn’t known each other long enough for him to have missed any important anniversaries or birthdays. He hadn’t made any promises. He’d fucked her hard this morning, giving her multiple orgasms, so he didn’t see anything that could be wrong.
“What did you do today?” he asked.
“Nothing.” She had this big fake smile on her lips. “While my husband was out torturing and killing a man or a woman, I can’t clarify which one it was, I was sitting home all day. Oh, I did clean. Yes, I did. Dusted and cleaned, and rearranged the kitchen. If I’m the one cooking, I’ll organize it the way I like it, but other than that, I twiddled my thumbs after I got your message and had to wait until it was time to cook you some dinner. I did nothing, all day.”
“You cleaned.”
She slammed her hand down on the table. “Enzo, I don’t know what women you’re used to, but I’m not used to being cooped up all day.”
“There’s shopping.”
Adele shook her head. “There is more to life than shopping, and I swear, do not even try to tell me that all women like to shop. Yes, I like to shop, but not every single day, and in case you didn’t notice, I don’t like to wear clothes that are purchased.”
He looked at the dress. “But that’s—”
“One my mother made for me years ago!” She took a deep breath. “I need to do something because I am going stir crazy right now. I’m used to working, or doing something. Can I get a job?”
“No.”
“Ugh! Seriously.”
“I’m offering you the chance to do whatever you want.”
“No, you’re not. What you’re offering me is a chance to sit and wait around for you all the freaking time, and that is not fair.” She pushed her chair back and picked up her plate of half-eaten food.
Enzo ran a hand down his face. He should have known this wouldn’t be an easy transition for her.
Chapter Nine
Adele wanted to cry.
For a whole week, she had tried to make this work, but today, while she’d been hunting for a mess, she knew she couldn’t keep trying to fill her days with doing the same thing.
She twirled her fork into her spaghetti and shoved too much in her mouth. As she chewed, Enzo chose that moment to enter the kitchen.
“You’re still eating.”
It was probably childish, but she’d not wanted to eat with him after having her temper tantrum.
“I’m still hungry.” She just needed to have some space.
“You’re angry.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t say another word as she kept eating. Enzo held his empty plate. He moved past her, putting his plate in the sink, and much to her surprise, he washed it as well.
She finished her food and as she went to step around him, he grabbed her wrist. He took the plate from her, put it in the sink, and then wrapped his arms around her waist drawing her in close.
“Talk to me.”
“I already did,” she said. “I don’t want to sit around doing nothing. It’s driving me crazy.” She rubbed her temple. The last thing she wanted to do was touch him because then she’d be distracted. Enzo was a big distraction.
“I could find a job?” she asked. “You know, I had a whole life of my own before you came into it.”
“No.”
He didn’t even hesitate. Just a simple, straight no.
Enzo had taken everything—her house, her hobby, even her social media accounts had been wiped as if she never existed. Everything was gone.
“So, I’m just supposed to wait until I get pregnant, and then what? Die?”
Enzo wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. “I’ll figure something out. Would it be so bad with kids?”
She spun around in his arms with the very intention of threatening him with some serious bodily harm, but instead he kissed her. One of his hands was sinking into her hair, as the other glided down her back going toward the curve of her ass. He drew her closer and she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her stomach.
She should hate him. She should slap him, tell him to fuck off and get out of her life, but instead she found herself kissing him back. How could she not? His lips were like sin. Melting away all her anger, until the only thing that remained was the two of them. She moaned his name, and he growled against her lips.
Enzo broke the kiss first, not to go anywhere but her neck. The moment his teeth grazed her pulse, she couldn’t help but gasp. The pleasure rushed through her body, going to her nipples and her clit. Even as she stood in Enzo’s arms, she tried to press her thighs together, to rub at the pleasure point between her legs.