22. Milo
Chapter 22
Milo
“Perfection in a silk dress.”
I gave her husband one extra week.
He begged and begged.
I didn’t do it for him, though.
I did it for her.
He doesn’t need to know that, though.
She sits behind me in that little black dress and her combat boots, and I have to remind myself that she was not made for me, no matter how much I want it to be otherwise.
She plans to leave, and I would never ask her to stay for the simple fact that she is more than this place. This place is nothing compared to who she could be.
Elizabeth is utter perfection. Currently wrapped in a silk dress and pressed up against me.
I don’t know how to describe it, but she makes me lose all sense of myself, and I want to do everything in my power to put a smile on her face.
Hell, I was ready to pay her twenty thousand dollars just to get those lips touching mine.
I would have paid her more.
I would have given her anything she asked for.
I’d always watched her from afar, and when the opportunity came up to have pieces of her that her stupid fucking husband was so willing to give away, I took it.
At first, I had no idea what I planned to make her do, but as she sat there quietly, I grabbed a book and asked her to read it. As time went on, I bought more, just so she could read them to me.
I would buy every book in this fucking city if I could get her to read them to me. Fuck, the way she sounds when she reads some of the scenes, the way her voice turns breathy…
I get why women read.
I get it so fucking much.
My perfect little bookworm, who is about to make me one fucking happy man tonight.
I hope.