Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Anger issues, that one.
Childish behavior.
Turning back to the window, I try to calm my nerves, but it’s no use. I just watched that bastard get a blowjob, and he knew I was here and demanded I watch.
What kind of man is he?
And why do I keep asking myself that?
Deciding to get up, I go to the closet and open the door. It’s full of suits. Black ones, and they’re all extremely expensive. I know he has money, it’s obvious from the way he lives and how he has servants.
Thumbing my fingers over the fabric of a suit jacket, I jump when I hear someone speak.
“Miss.” The boy is back.
“Do you do anything else other than check up on me?” I ask.
“It’s my job, Miss. Can I please escort you outside now?”
“Is it a request?” I ask. He looks at me, puzzled. “I mean, do I have to go?”
“Well, no, but I can take you out there.”
“No, I don’t want to go out.” I continue looking through Keir’s closet. “Where are we?” I mean, I know we can’t be too far from New York, but how far?
“Coney Island, Miss.”
Wow, okay, didn’t expect that.
“Thank you.”
“Welcome.” Then I hear his footsteps retreating. I keep searching but come up with absolutely nothing. He has no hidden areas and nothing for me to snoop into. I was hoping to find a phone. But, of course, he wouldn’t make it that easy for me to have access to outside communication.
“Your husband is here.” I spin on my heels to see Keir back so soon, standing at the door.
I’m shocked by his words and not even sure if I want to see my complete asshole of a husband. So, I ask him a question, “Do you know what your name means?” I change the subject
“Care to enlighten me?” he replies, unmoving.
“The dark one,” I say, referring to the meaning of his name, and he smiles at my words.
“Clever after all. Now, follow me.” He doesn’t ask me how I know the meaning of his name, and I wouldn’t know how to tell him anyway. When I was trying to get pregnant, that’s what I did, I researched baby books for names. I remember that name, and I liked it, despite the meaning.
It suits him. Keir.
Asshole.
“Sailor,” Keir barks my name, and I move to catch up with him. He takes me the same way I went to the dining area, and that’s where I see him—my husband—standing there, one hand on a chair as he watches me approach. No emotion crosses his face, no worry, no concern for my wellbeing. I could have been tortured or raped, and he doesn’t even seem to give one single fuck about it.
“Dillan.” He smiles at his name leaving my lips in a shocked tone. I do not return his smile.
“It’s good to see you.” He starts to make his way over to me but pauses and looks to Keir. I do the same and see him shake his head at Dillan. I’m thankful because if he touched me right now, I might knee him where his sperm does not shine. “Look …” he scratches the back of his head and looks to Keir, “… can I have a minute with her?”
“No,” Keir responds straight away, leaving no room for argument.
Dillan faces me again, and a look I know only too well after years of experience stares back at me. He is about to talk me into something. He always does it well, and for some stupid reason I listen. Obey even, like the good wife I am.
“You have lipstick, just here.” I tap my shoulder, indicating a spot on his wrinkled shirt. “Did you know?” Dillan glances at it, then shakes his head.
“It’s only until I get the money. Once l get the money, we can go away. A holiday like you’ve always asked for,” he pleads with me.
Lies.
We never had a honeymoon, and I’ve always wanted to leave America, but he never wanted to. So, we stayed home, he went to work, and I tried not to miscarry. It was a vicious cycle that I have no desire to repeat.
A cycle that it’s time I am set free from, even if the circumstances are less than favorable for me right now.
“Sailor, I see that look. Don’t think like that, you know we are destined. No one would treat you like I do. No one will love you like I do.” He steps closer, his hands reaching out to touch my face. I stay still, shocked that he’s even thinking of touching me right now.
Has he forgotten he just sold me?
“You only have one love, Dillan.” He smiles at my words. “Yourself.” His smile falls from his lips, then he sucks air through his teeth and his attitude changes in the time it took me to blink.