Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I moved toward the window and closed it, then went back to feeding Holt.
Holt’s eyes stayed on my face the entire time he ate, and when he was finished, and I propped him up on my shoulder to burp him, he turned his cute little face into my neck and wrapped his arms around me as far as they could go.
I leaned my head against the small boy, only just then realizing that it wasn’t only his mother that I desperately missed in my home.
Though, if I was being honest, I’d more than realized I missed him. I just hadn’t wanted to admit it.
Admitting it would’ve opened me up to more heartache, and I was barely surviving as it was.
Fuck, I was a goner.
As I sat there, holding Baker’s son, rocking him back to sleep in the middle of a living room that wasn’t mine, I made a decision.
I would make myself into a man that was good enough for Baker and Holt.
Somehow.
Someway.
And only when I was sure I was good enough, would I make the move.
Until then, I’d do what I could to make her life easier, starting with a stupid air conditioner.
Three days after my first visit, my hands felt wrinkly by the time I was finished washing the bottles and the dishes in the sink.
When I was drying my hands off, I went to the fridge to get the next bottle ready and noticed that there wasn’t a single ounce of food that was edible.
The last thing that she’d eaten looked like a block of cheese that was perilously close to being gone, too.
Getting on my phone, I sent Millicent, my assistant, a message and asked her to place a grocery order to be delivered to Baker’s place.
Millicent:
On it. Also, go to bed. It’s past three in the morning.
Me:
Working on it. Had to clean some dishes.
Millicent:
Since you’re up, I sent you a file. Review it and let me know what you think.
I pulled up the file and grinned.
More dirt on the board.
I was only a bit shy of being able to buy every single one of them out of their shares.
Soon, the entire caboodle would be mine, and I could do with it what I pleased.
In the meantime, I’d bide my time until everything was perfectly set in place for me to bring it down around everyone’s ears.
Me:
Perfect. See you tomorrow.
Getting on my own phone since I wasn’t sure when Millie would get the grocery order delivered, I placed an order for pastries and coffee from her favorite coffee shop, and had it set for delivery at six in the morning, when Holt would no doubt be awake for the day.
Only when the kitchen was clean as a whistle did I let myself out of her house and into my own.
I waited until the lights kicked on in her room, watched her get ready for the day, then finally allowed my eyes to fall asleep.
A week after that, my eyes were tired as hell, but no amount of tiredness was going to stop them from staying open to witness the show that Baker was inadvertently giving me right then.
Seeing as the two windows were facing each other, all I had to do was sit back against the bed I’d strategically placed against the wall opposite her window and lean back against the wall of pillows.
Baker stripped for her shower like usual, but then she stopped and examined herself in the reflection of the window glass.
She touched her throat, then her collarbone.
She skimmed both hands up the length of her body, cupping her gorgeous breasts that were still engorged with milk.
She let them fall, and I watched the sumptuous bounce of her tits as she moved those hands lower.
When they got to her pussy, she pressed in, covering her from my sight.
My cock was hard as hell as I squeezed it through my jeans, willing it to calm down.
All she was doing was touching herself, and likely not in an erotic way.
Though, since my imagination was running wild making up scenarios why she was giving me this show right now, I decided to go with the thought that maybe she knew exactly who was watching her through the blackened windows.
Maybe she knew that I was lying on my bed, cock hard, willing it to not erupt at just the sight of her.
Then, as if she could hear my thoughts, she walked to the bed and around it to the small bedside table with a single drawer and pulled out…
My breath hitched as I saw the small silver dildo.
I’d bought it for her on a whim and had it sent to her address, though it was addressed to my new corporation.
She likely thought it was an accidental delivery—but it wasn’t.
It was strategic.
I wanted to see her use it.
She turned to the bed and kneeled on it, her perfect body now on full side display, and I nearly came in my pants.