Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I notice my security—led by Harrison—are close behind them trying to be subtle, knowing damn well I didn’t plan for her to be here, but are going to do whatever they can to keep her safe. They know me well. I can see that Harrison isn’t pleased, but he wasn’t going to argue with me when I told Martha to let them through the door. After all, I did say all Morellis are on the guest list.
A black dress that shows off every single curve of her body has me paralyzed and unable to take my eyes off her. Not only does she come to my Wonderland unannounced, but she also has to wear a dress that tempts everyone to set eyes on her. Her shapely legs in those black and red-soled heels go on forever. Straight to that pussy I haven’t been able to get my mind off.
Her taste is like heroin to a hopeless junkie, and I shake for another fix.
She’s wearing pearls that hang to her lower belly. Pearls that symbolize the new life she’s living now. She’s no longer the poor hustler her mother raised her to be. No, she’s now the daughter of Bryant Morelli and though I see she’s not truly comfortable in that skin, my fingers twitch to take hold of those pearls and rub them over every inch of her body.
Rich looks good on her.
God, I want her. I want her again, and again, and again.
I’m tempted to repeat history and kidnap her, tie her up in my wine cellar, and parade her naked ass for all my staff to see that my queen has returned to the palace.
I want everyone to know this woman is mine, and only mine. Even if I have to take her again.
And fuck me… she is hot as hell.
When did her eyes sparkle so much? Even in the shadowed room of the warehouse and from this distance, I can see them. I can feel them. Those damn eyes. To an unsuspecting spectator she’d appear so pure and innocent, when I know she is anything but. My perfect girl, I liked to dirty up. She liked it fucking filthy, which makes me crave her more than anything in the world. She is the greatest possession that I don’t have. She’s an antique I need. She’s a priceless heirloom that should be on a mantel. My mantel.
Lyriope is taking Wonderland all in. She now knows what it takes to pull off a Wonderland, and I can see her examine every detail of the room. Her eyes scan the white and black leather furniture, the black bar with ivory barstools, and the opal vases cast all around that hold two to three dozen white roses in each ostentatious urn. White balloons drown the room in their happy birthday celebration mask. She glances up to look at the huge crystal chandelier that appears as if it’s dripping diamonds onto the dancers below. Lyriope knows I had that fixture imported from Venice—she knows. She knows we worked countless hours on giving the magic and holding back no expense in order to cast a classy and seductive vibe. Silver and white confetti and gold glitter fall from the ceiling and dance around her flowing hair, brushing her shoulders, caressing her face all to remind her that she’s here to celebrate. It’s a birthday party in Wonderland.
Happy birthday to all the forgotten.
A celebration for all those who never got to have their special day.
An unbirthday to each and every person in this building.
Happy birthday to you.
Especially Lyriope who was never made to feel special. On her birthday or any other day.
Lyriope’s eyes scrutinize the bodies dancing shoulder to shoulder to the hottest DJ imported straight from Prague as if she’s looking for me amongst the powerful players of the room. Or maybe that is only my hope. She’s yet to look up at the balcony where she knows I often reside looking down at my Wonderland.
Is she refusing to lift her eyes out of stubbornness or fear?
Can she feel my stare burning through her flesh?
Or does she think that she’s able to sneak in and be undetected as long as she doesn’t lock eyes with me?
She follows Sasha to the dance floor and for a moment watches her cousin begin dancing to the beats dominating the room. No doubt Sasha knows that DJ K-lo is by far the most sought-after DJ in the world right now, and everyone in this room gets the pleasure to move their bodies to him. Lyriope soon mimics her cousin and begins dancing in the most seductive way. Her hands are on her hips, the pearls swirling around her, and her eyes locked on the man controlling the audience with his skills.
Jesus Christ… Lyriope is as sexy dancing as she is fucking me.