Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
"Wow, we jumped from virgin to bondage rather quickly." I laugh.
"Sorry to inform you of this, but I still have that V-card."
"That's interesting. He can go to a brothel, but—”
"Marks." I cut her off. "It's not like that."
"Then tell me what it's like."
"All right." I let out a giant breath. "I guess I'll start from the dock and him taking my phone."
Marks listens as I tell her everything that's happened. I leave some parts out, but I give her a lot. I don't want her to hate my husband. I know it shouldn't matter, but it does, and her opinions mean a lot to me. She means a lot to me.
“You told him you shaved your vagina for this.” Marks laughs so hard that I have to pull the phone away from my ear. So much so that I’m starting to get a little mad that she won’t stop. Every time I think she’s finished, she cracks up all over again.
“Hey, it worked. He took a peek.”
“That wasn’t a peek.”
“Marks!” I hiss, glancing behind me to make sure no one is there. For all I know, Warren has someone following me around. I wouldn’t put it past him. I’ve already had the embarrassment of his dad walking in on us in his office. I don’t need someone else overhearing me tell Marks the naughty things Warren and I do to each other.
"This is so not what I was thinking. The man has a cold reputation, to put it nicely."
"He's not that way with me. He’s the complete opposite. He says I'm different."
"Normally I'd call bullshit, but he does sound different with you."
"So everyone is okay with everyone," I confirm.
"Now, I didn't say that, but I'm going to resist digging into Z."
"What do you mean?"
"I might have been able to get into your phone and laptop, but that farm as you call it is locked down so tight I can't get in anywhere, and I tried."
"Don't do that!" I snap at her. "You're going to get yourself in trouble."
"Like tied to a chair trouble?" she jokes, but I don't find it funny at all. Warren will play nice if it’s just Marks snooping for me, but if she does anything that he perceives as a threat, I know without a doubt that he won’t hesitate to protect his family.
“Marks,” I groan.
“Okay, okay. I won’t dig into Z, but what about Ronan?”
“What about him?”
“The man is fine.” I don’t think I have ever heard Marks comment on a man’s appearance unless it was to roast them.
“Really?”
“I know I’ve got issues, but the vagina likes what it likes.”
“I can’t with you.” I laugh. “You could come over and meet him.”
“And end up tied to a chair? Hard pass.”
“What if you end up tied to a bed?” I’m only teasing, but Marks sucks in a breath loud enough for me to hear.
“Yeah, not happening either. In fact, now that I know my vagina has a thing for him, I’m going to stay far away.” I let it go for now, but my curiosity is piqued.
We talk for a bit longer before I end the call to pop in to see my parents. It’s weird to think of it as their home and not mine.
It’s crazy how quickly your life can change, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Four
WARREN
She makes the most adorable sounds when she eats. These little moans and sighs are endearing. They aren’t as loud as when she climaxes, but nonetheless enjoyable. I watch my wife eat. Why is everything she does so fascinating to me? I suppose it doesn’t matter.
I should simply enjoy it, and there isn’t much that I do of that anymore. Before, my life was about taking over and doing what I needed to keep my family on top. I found fulfillment in that or the next deal I could close—or, better yet, the next politician I could get under my thumb. Advancing my family's business had been my focus.
I was livid after speaking to Larson in my office this afternoon. Him interrupting me and Tova hadn’t put me in the best mood to begin with. So hearing that one of our warehouses at the docks was broken into didn’t exactly put me in a better mood. The break-in wasn’t to steal anything; that I could understand. It could be anyone, but they’d broken in to do damage, and they’d done a great deal of it. It’s a cost I’m going to have to eat and replace.
Thankfully, the damage was done to one of our long-standing customers and not one of the new ones I recently acquired. The last thing I need is this bit of information getting out. It could be very detrimental to the direction I’m trying to steer the family business in.