Sealed With A Kiss Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
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I glance back at my phone and think about texting her.

I could…offer to tend to her needs. Take care of her. If she wants.

I still don’t know how to say it though. How to present the offer in an acceptable manner. Especially given it will be in writing.

Half of what I want to say should never be written in black and white.

Even if I want her in my penthouse on Christmas. Fuck I could just imagine unwrapping her lingerie as if she’s my personal gift.

I glance down at the black text and my thumb taps aimlessly.

I don’t want to sound like I’m offering money for her company, or anything of that manner. Like I’m paying her for companionship.

Although if money is what she would want, I’d give it to her. A Pretty Woman-esque arrangement.

“What’s going on with you?” Brian asks, his tone careful. “You’re quiet.”

I watch the game on the TV, purposely not looking at my phone, and try to figure out what the hell to tell my oldest friend in the world. If I told him it was nothing and to drop it, Brian probably would. But then I’d be exactly where I was when I came into this bar.

“I’m thinking about asking a woman out.” I blurt it out without looking at him.

Brian lets out a low whistle. “Look at you. This girl must really be something for you to keep checking your phone like that and looking like a nervous school kid.”

Normally, I’d deny the hell out of it. I always check my phone. That’s not new. And if I look nervous, that’s because I have other things to be nervous about.

But this is Brian and he’s asking, and for once it seems important to tell the truth. Because I am all too aware I need help. Afterall, he landed a wife. He has to know something about this arena that I don’t.

“It’s just…someone. I met under odd circumstances.”

“What kind of—”

“Don’t ask about the circumstances.” I cut him off, a little harsher than intended and hold his gaze a moment too long.

“Okay?” He raises his eyebrows. “And you want to ask her on a date?”

“I would like to, yes. And maybe more. I don’t know.”

“More?”

Frustration gets the best of me as I run my hand through my hair. “I’m telling you, it’s ridiculous. I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“I’m not asking about the circumstances,” Brian says after a minute. “But…is that what’s making it tough for you to ask her out?”

“Yeah. You could say that.”

“Maybe you just have to forget about the circumstances, then.”

I can’t. A huff of a sarcastic laugh leaves me. There’s no way in hell I could forget what happened…it’s burned into my memory.

“Things can always change.” Brian eats another chip with salsa. He pushes the basket toward me. “I think it’s best if you take matters into your own hands. Just let her know what you want. It’s like an offer,” he suggests and motions with his hand as if I should know how to make an offer.

It takes great effort to breathe evenly and consider a response other than I’ve done that. I literally took Maddie into my own hands, and now there’s always going to be some kind of tension between us.

“And if I already have…made an offer, that is? If it’s too late to change the way she sees me?”

I don’t even know how she sees me. All this is based on my own assumptions and the unwanted anxious emotions I can’t seem to shake off.

“What kind of an offer?” he questions, and I shake my head once. He readjusts in his seat. “You made an ass out of yourself or something?”

“Don’t ask.”

“You’re not giving me much here,” he mutters, and then a foul is made on the screen and the corner of the bar erupts with outrage that distracts us both for a moment.

It settles quickly enough.

He finally says, “Just talk to her. What’s the worst that could happen?”

That I lose her, obviously. The chance to have her fill this emptiness that’s been glaringly apparent slips through my fingers.

When the chips are gone and the game is over, I haven't decided what to send in a text. All I've decided is to wait until the next time rent is due.

Maddie

My friend Suzette breezes into the café with a wide, bright smile on her face. It’s the kind that says she has good news, and God, I hope she does.

Even if it means I won’t have to go to Graham and ask for help anymore. Thoughts of him make my thighs tighten and a shiver of want runs down my shoulders. He has a little spell on me. I’m certain it’s because of my broken heart and hopeless ways with men. I need to shake it off. I need to shake him off.


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