Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Not that Ramón and I had been any different. When we went to see his parents, to let them know we were getting married, he’d practically had me sitting on his lap the whole time, refusing to have me even a room away from him. I’d protested, but secretly loved his open affection. His parents had apologized profusely about keeping me in the dark about his helicopter crash, and I’d forgiven them. Even if I didn’t like it, I understood why they’d kept his condition a secret, even from me.
My ruby and diamond engagement ring sparkled in the bright light beaming through the windshield of my new baby blue Land Rover, a gift from Ramón. Without a doubt, he spoiled the hell out of me, but I’ve never had anyone spoil me before, so I didn’t mind it one bit. If giving me things made him happy, why would I take that away from him?
A horn beeped, and I narrowly avoided another car as I circled the lot, looking for a spot big enough to squeeze the Land Rover into without taking out the cars on either side. There must have been some kind of after school event going on, because the parking lot was almost full. I found an empty space way at the back of the fenced-in lot. Turning the radio down, I grabbed my new Gucci purse and matching giant satchel from the floorboards, smiling as I remembered being fucked up against a wall after I’d given Ramón a big thank you kiss for the present. A low heat simmered in my sex, but I forced myself to get a grip. I’d had fun this past week with Ramón in our new home, fucking our days away without a care in the world, but it was time to return from our self-imposed isolation.
Ramón was doing some kind of stockholders meeting with his dad, a big deal because rumors had started about his absence. He wanted everyone to see him healthy and whole, if a little damaged. The scars on his face continued to heal, now a pale pinkish white instead of angry red, but his face would never be the same. Not that I minded. Those scars were a constant reminder of how close I’d come to losing him. They made me value our time together, made me aware of how easily everything could change. His hair had grown a bit as well, and I loved the soft, yet stubbly feeling of his almost shaved head. While I missed his long hair, there was something to be said for a scarred, sexy bald man.
Thinking about Ramón wasn’t helping me calm down, so I opened the door and got out, letting the blast of heated desert air clear my mind. It was hot out, super-hot, the kind of heat where everyone goes indoors as soon as possible. My black pantsuit seemed like a poor choice as the sun instantly roasted me. The fabric was light and airy, the pants blousy at the ankles, so it almost looked like I was wearing a skirt. The jacket was made of the same breathable fabric, but I instantly started to sweat as I tried to shove everything I needed for my students into my satchel.
Grabbing a pair of silver chopsticks from my purse, I twisted my hair up into a bun and shoved them in. It was too fucking hot having it down, even though Ramón loved to play with my curls. Memories of laying on his chest, blissed out from orgasms, while he slowly wound and unwound my curls from his fingers filled me. When we were alone, Ramón was incredibly gentle and loving with me, and he allowed me to be the same. We were always touching each other and the pit of my stomach gave a happy little tingle as I reveled in the feeling of being in love and happy.
I waved to the security guard driving by, then hustled into the school and smiled at the guards as they searched my bags.
The first person I was going to see today was Devonlin, and I had some great news for him.
When I came into the empty English classroom I called my own while I was here, I found Devonlin already waiting by my desk.
Standing, he came over and gave me a big hug. “Thank you.”
Pulling out of his arms, I smiled up at him as he bashfully rubbed the back of his thick neck, his green t-shirt straining around his biceps. “For what?”
“For the protection for me and my family.”
I must have looked like a confused dog as I cocked my head at him. “While I’d love to take credit, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
He frowned down at me as voices echoed down the hall outside the classroom. “He said you sent him.”