Page 112 of Worth Loving You

“All right, sweetheart. Get some rest. I’ll see you on Friday.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

She closed her eyes to keep from looking at me. “I love you, too.”

I pulled the phone away and just stared at her a few seconds, the shame shining brightly in her dark irises. Holding the cell to my ear, I took a sharp inhale and snapped, “Yeah?”

“She really okay?”

“I mean, she looks a little sick.”

And she did. She honestly looked like she was going to throw up.

“I dunno, man. Maybe I should come home. It’s not right that she’s sick and I’m not there to take care of her.”

“What are you gonna do, boss? Stand by the bed and watch her sleep? She’s fine.”

I stood to lean on my dresser, watching her sight scan over my naked body, her brows arching high.

“All right. Just keep an eye on her and if she’s not feeling better by morning, I’m coming home.”

“Sure thing. Later.”

I hung up and tossed the phone to the dresser, folding my arms while we stared at one another in silence. Cursing, I picked up my pocketknife, hit the button to release the blade, and carefully cut the tape from her wrists. Throwing the knife to the floor, I unfastened the cuffs on her ankles, removing the bar.

She whimpered, her hurting body falling to the mattress on her side. I dropped to a knee, gently pushed her to her back, and unscrewed the clasps on her nipples.

Standing back up, I collected the toys and put them in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Hastily snatching my jeans off the floor, I pulled them on and cleaned up the tape while she removed my belt from her neck.

She tried to sit down but screeched and reared up, her bottom lip between her teeth, her face contorted beautifully with the pain.

After nearly a full minute of tense silence where I watched her avoid my peer, I grumbled, “Get dress,” and stormed out of the room, snatching my cigarettes on the way.

Lighting one, I pulled the nicotine into my lungs while jerking the door open and stepping onto the balcony. This high up, with it being the latter part of October, it was freezing, but I welcomed the tight tingles on my flushed skin. I needed to douse this lust, once and for all. Not just in this moment, but forever.

I paced the balcony that spanned the entire length of the penthouse, curving around the side of the building. As I passed my bedroom, I dared to peek inside, not seeing Chastity. Going to the chairs at the very end, I plopped down in one, ignoring the needles pricking my bare skin from the freezing fabric.

“Wyatt?”

I looked up at the distant sound of her voice.

“Over here.”

Her head peeked around the bend in the wall. Tugging her jacket around her, she crept forward, reeking of disgrace the closer she got.

Slowly roaming my vision along her, I hated myself. Because she was overweight and the exact opposite of what I preferred my women to look like, I let my guard down, assuming I could never care about her. I underestimated her severely. Not only had she found that crack in my wall when I wasn’t looking, she squirmed her way in, planted herself in my soul, and found a permanent residency there.

How the hell could I have fallen in love with her? For as long as I could recall, I had one image in my head to what my future wife would look like. Tall, slender, big tits, tiny waist, round ass, long blonde hair, flawless skin.

I took a drag off my cigarette, shaking my head. Chastity Lou Monroe was none of those. She was, literally, on the exact opposite of the spectrum for every detail I wanted.

Still, my focus returned to her, and my heart swelled at the vulnerability in her dark, velvety eyes. Her rounded, freckled cheeks were turning pink from the biting, chilly wind, her thick, wavy locks with the honeyed highlights whipping around her face.

When she hooked a finger to tuck her hair behind her ear, a gust of wind caught the flap of her jacket, opening it to reveal her large breasts, her blouse showing off the deep cleavage.

Even though she was overweight, the actual shape of her form was similar to an hourglass; she was busty at top, her waist curved in, and then widened at her hips to her thick thighs that touched halfway down to her knees.