Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
After I figured out she’d given me the slip yesterday, I’ve been out of my mind. When I gave up driving around and went back to the hotel, I jerked off so many times my cock is raw. That single touch of her hand was the final straw for me. I don’t know what this is, but I’m not going down without a fight.
I’m a man of clear instincts. They’ve gotten me this far and rarely steer me wrong. She’s my one. Mine. And I won’t stop until she understands what that is going to mean for her. For us.
“Maybe.” He narrows his eyes. “She’s not like other girls. If you just want to get with her, you can forget it. She’s already engaged or something.” He shrugs like the details are a bit sketchy and unimportant.
For me, the world feels like it’s going to open up beneath my feet and swallow me whole.
Engaged?
No fucking way.
My blood surges cold as I try to regain my composure.
“What do you mean, engaged or something?”
“I don’t know. Her family is different, it’s something her father has arranged—” He stops short, shaking his head and waving his hands. “You never mind all that. You said you wanted to help her with her videos and blog, not get with her, so what do you care?”
I clear my throat. No matter what, I need to find her. Some engagement isn’t going to throw me off. I know what I know. I feel what I feel. And I’m willing to fight for what is mine.
“I don’t want to get with her. I want to help her. I told you. Can you get in touch with her? Or tell me when she will be in class again so I can meet her?”
Her scent haunts me even now, and my balls ache.
He twists his lips to the side and crosses his arms. “Okay. But you better be on the up and up with her or...” His voice trails off. He’s no physical match for me in any way. “Just mind your P’s and Q’s, got it?”
I admire his protectiveness, so I raise my hands in mock surrender. “Absolutely. Now, when will she be here again?”
“She has class at ten am. Twenty-five minutes or whatever. But here’s the deal.” He steps forward and jabs a finger into my chest. If anyone else did that, I’d throttle them, but this kid’s heart is in the right place. “I’ll walk you over to the Harris building where her class will be, but you are going to stay hidden while I go talk to her. If she’s okay with seeing you, then I’ll come get you. If she says no, then the answer is no, and don’t even try to get your wallet out and bribe me because it won’t work.”
“No bribes. What’s her real name?”
“Seriously? Everything I just told you, you think I’m just going to up and tell you her name? If she wants you to know her name, she will tell you. After you show me you can follow directions.”
His bravado is beginning to wear on me, but if it gets me to her, I’ll suck it up for a little longer. I already tried to pull some strings with the administration, but it was a no go. Describing her to the stoic tight-lipped woman behind the counter, all I got back was the chills.
I take a deep breath, feeling the tightness in my chest. The word engaged racing around my brain like a poison. I close my eyes for a moment to clear my head, but as soon as I do my mind is filled with visions of her yesterday in that green dress. The way it showed off every brilliant contour of her innocent body.
“You coming or what?” Cameron leads me out of the main building and across the small campus.
Inside the Harris building, he leads me down a short hallway to a bench. “So, you wait right there. If she wants to talk, I’ll come get you. If she doesn’t, I’ll come tell you. We good?”
“We’re good.” I stand next to the bench, because sitting is impossible, and watch him disappear around the corner, leaving me with my throat tight and my cock hard.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll through some emails. There’s a few from my assistant Olivia about the interview I did a few days ago with a reporter for a small lifestyle magazine. I knew this was coming, but we were hopeful it would fly under the radar since the magazine doesn’t have a wide distribution. Well, apparently the story broke last night on CNN, and now that small lifestyle magazine has sold out at newsstands up and down the country.
It was supposed to be a light interview piece on what I do to relax at home, but for some reason, we drifted off onto the topic of religion. I didn’t skip a beat and made my views on the subject clear. That would be fine; I’m not heavily controversial on the subject. I mean, even in 2019 being an agnostic for lack of a better label is not always popular.