Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
He cleaned me up in the limo with what we had available at the little bar, but I can still feel him between my thighs as we shop. I’ve had to be very careful trying things on so as not to dirty the clothes.
Not that it matters, I guess.
Everything I even slightly liked, he is buying for me.
As we head for the exit doors with Silvan’s other hand full of stuffed shopping bags, he looks over at me and asks, “You getting hungry?”
It is around lunchtime, and we’ve definitely burned off breakfast. I look up at him and nod. “A bit. You?”
He nods. “There’s a really good burger spot not too far from here. Sound good?”
My mouth waters, so I take that as a yes and nod vigorously.
His eyes glint with amusement and he leans over to steal a kiss before he opens the door for me.
“Such a gentleman,” I say lightly.
He ruins that illusion by grabbing my ass on his way to wrapping his hand around my hip to keep me close. “Oh yeah, I’m an angel. Don’t let anyone tell you different.”
Hugh is waiting for us on the curb. He opens the door for me and takes the shopping bags from Silvan. Once he’s done stowing all our purchases, he comes back to get our next location from Silvan, then dutifully closes the door and heads around to the driver’s side.
“So,” Silvan says, stretching out his arm on the seat behind me and making himself comfortable. “How is your first day of kidnapping?”
I nod as if considering. “Not bad. Definitely thought it would feel more murdery, but aside from all the blackmail and blatant coercion of yesterday, uh, yeah… been a pretty good experience. I wouldn’t recommend it to a friend—if I had any—but I’d probably come again.”
Silvan grins, grabbing my neck and pulling me in so he can kiss my smart mouth. “You’re the best, you know that?”
I can’t bite back a smile as I settle into his side after the kiss. “So you keep telling me. Keep it up and you’re gonna give me a big head.”
He kisses the crown of my head. “Your head can get as big as it needs to. I’m not gonna stop hyping up my girl.”
I shake my head, but I feel warm and happy all over. “You’re very different from the guys I’ve known before.”
He leans close. “Babe, you said ‘better’ wrong.”
I laugh and he smiles. I shake my head because he’s crazy, but I like when he’s playful like this.
Today really feels like a day out with a guy I like. Definitely not how I saw today going yesterday, but Silvan is so easy to be with.
I mean, batshit crazy, but pretty excellent company. I don’t even like people, but I can’t deny I like hanging out with him.
While I’m lost in my thoughts about the surprising good time I’m having with him, his thoughts seem to be on later.
“My dad will be home for dinner tonight, so we’ll eat with my parents again. That cool with you?”
My smile fades, but I nod. “Yeah.”
“I know you didn’t have the best time at breakfast. Sorry about him.”
I don’t know quite what to say. We haven’t talked about it. We got a little distracted once we got in the car earlier.
“Your father is…” I pause, searching for a polite term to use.
“Traditional?” Silvan offers.
“Terrifying.”
He cracks a smile. “Yeah, he can be a bit scary.”
“He hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you.”
“When he looks at me, he sees Little Orphan Annie dressed in rags with a panhandling cup in one hand and a pitchfork in the other.”
He smirks. “He’s just protective of his family, that’s all.”
My eyes widen. “He can’t possibly think I’m a golddigger. I didn’t even choose to be here!”
“It’s not about that. He doesn’t think you’re a golddigger, he probably just thinks what he said, that our lifestyle might be a little… not what you’re used to.”
“I’ve never met a rich person with so much disdain for the less financially fortunate.”
Silvan cocks an eyebrow. “How many rich people have you met?”
My mouth opens, then closes. “Well… none. But my guess is some are much less snobby about it.”
He smiles faintly, shaking his head. “It’s not as simple as him having an issue with you not having money. It’s how much money my family has. I know you probably don’t understand, but it puts us in a different league than most people. We’re not, ‘I bought a Ferrari,’ rich. We’re ‘one of my yachts has a dirty helipad, maybe I should buy a new one’ rich.”
I squint at him because the levels of wealth might be more than I can grasp having just brushed with it for the first time.
“It’s stupid,” he assures me. “It’s nothing to worry about. Like I said, we’ll take all the necessary precautions to make sure there are no problems. He’s just putting you through your paces, that’s all. Feeling you out to make sure you’re sturdy enough to make it in my family.”