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“Hello, Mr. Smith,” they say in unison I sip my scotch as my eyes drink them in. “Where would you like us, sir?” I unbuckle my belt. “On your knees.”
“Oh my fuck, he’s a fucking man,” I whisper angrily. “I can see that.” She smirks, her eyes fixed on him.
He wants me to sit in the back when the front seat is empty.
That's his wife seat honey
I’m in some stupid rich twat’s house, worried about his child who he clearly doesn’t give a fuck about.
“You think I smell like your father?” I shake my head. “No. You smell way better than him.” My eyes widen. Did I just say that out loud?
“I’m putting this down to jetlag, Miss Brielle. Take the children to school and go back to bed yourself before you make any more...” he pauses, “bad judgements.”
Fuck me, if she isn’t every man’s wet dream, I don’t know who is.
I gulp my drink down and nearly choke. This stuff is like rocket fuel. I cough loudly, clearing my throat. “Oh, that.” I wince around the fire in my throat. Sweet Jesus, am I drinking petrol here?
How much seduction can a man take before he fucks his nanny on his kitchen floor?
Stop dancing like that, baby, or you will wake Mr. Masters…
“Now, if it isn’t too much trouble, Miss Brielle… do your job and go look after my children. If you are uninterested in performing the position you applied for, go find something else, because I can assure you that the position of being a hooker, on your back, in my bed is unavailable.”
What!!!! Dick
He makes me feel inadequate. Just because I’m not a judge, it does not make me stupid. But he loves to insinuate that that’s exactly what I am, making me feel inferior.
“I was tempted to be Julian… for just one night.”
Suddenly, I see him for what he really is: a very misunderstood man sitting on the side of my bed. He’s broken.
engineer?”
Really. Awesome!
“Please don’t ever run me over again.” “If you don’t stand in front of my golf buggy again, I won’t.”
“How’s your foot?” “Barely attached,” he replies dryly. “I can cut it off if you like? Save you a hospital visit.” He chuckles. “Scarily, I have no idea if you’re joking or not.”
“You need to protect yourself, because I can’t protect you from me,” he whispers against my skin.
“I’m not here to romance you, Bree, I’m here to take my pleasure from your body.” He leans forward and takes my face in his hands. “And I’m going to fuck you so damn good, no man will ever compare.”
We literally just fucked for two hours and now the date is over. He takes my hand and leads me out of the room, back into the elevator and down to the parking lot. I stay silent because… what is there to say?
"No. I'm not your coffee girl, and please don't call me darling." I stand and glare at Julian. "What I am going to do is leave so I don't have to listen to you embarrass yourself any more," I snap.
“They are picking on her, and you didn’t even bother to ask for her side of the story. You just believed them without question. What kind of a father does that to his daughter?”
Mr. Masters disappointed me today. I don’t think I like him anymore.
I hate that they prefer her company to mine when she’s only been here for all of ten days. I know that says a lot about me.
“You picked a winner when you hired this one, Mr. Masters. The sunlight in this house, she is,” Janine says.
“Bree, my mother is taking you to lunch to milk you for information. She’s as sharp as a whip. Don’t be fooled by her friendly demeanor.”
“Because she’s the kind of girl you fall in love with, and I’m not wired to love. I’d only let her down.” My eyes tear up. Good God, he is broken.
“What are you getting, Mr. Masters?” He frowns as he peruses the menu. “Food poisoning, no doubt.”
Great. Not only do I now have to deal with having blue balls, but I have to watch out for a cat attacking my dick in my sleep.
He called me Miss Brielle. I fake a smile and my eyes turn back to watch the road in front of us. His force field is back on. Finished with me.
This isn’t a relationship. No shit, Sherlock. This isn’t a relationship, this is a train wreck.
"I'm sorry, but in Australia, we can put our jerseys in the dryer. I'm not used to these United Kingdom inferior products… or men."
I want to know. Why is there no evidence that she ever existed? Her kids deserve to remember her. They are a part of her but they’re being brought up as if she never existed.” “Fucking get out!” he roars.
Stop her from going out. Go in there and apologize. I’m hot, I feel sick. Make her stay.
“You’re not getting needy, are you, Julian?” She puts her hand on her hip. “There is nothing more unattractive than a needy man.” I narrow my eyes. The bitch, throwing my own words back in my face.
“Because I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you.” “Why?” “Because you belong to fucking me,” I admit, losing control.
“My wife died on the day I asked her for a divorce.” Bree’s face falls and her eyes search mine. “How? How did she die?” “She killed herself.”
I can’t imagine the guilt he must feel every day, knowing that his inability to love a woman had inadvertently caused her death.
“Make a wish.” He smiles. My eyes search his and I blow out the final candle. Don’t let this end.
This is it—the stuff you read about. Peace.
Having her in my arms is as close to Heaven as I’ve ever been.
“Up until I met you, I didn’t think I had the ability to love anyone.”
“When I told you I have never been in love before…. I lied.” He swallows the lump in his throat. I stare into his big brown eyes. “Because I’m in love with you,” he whispers.
“I don’t want to fuck you in the dark, Julian. I want to love you in the light,”
“What am I going to do without you?” he whispers as he dusts the backs of his fingers down my face. My eyes hold his. “Keep living with Alina’s ghost and go back to your prostitutes. You’re safe there.”
“Because until you find someone who loves you as much as I do, they will never be good enough.”
I fall into my car and put my head into my hands. Tears fill my eyes and I sob out loud. I’m in a dark place. Help me.
“I couldn’t leave them.” His eyes rise to meet mine. “But you left me.”
“What’s wrong, baby?” I whisper. “I don’t want you to marry Dad.” I crouch down in front of him. “Why not?” He twists his little hands in front of him. “Because if he gets cranky then you will leave.” I smile and Julian rolls his eyes. "No, I won't baby. I like your dad… even when he's cranky."
