My Sweet Punishment by Amelia Brooks (books like harry potter txt) 📖

Henry

I’m going to work, by the way, having a very serious business meeting, but now I’m smiling like a complete idiot. I have all my thoughts with her now. With my little Mia.

I remembered waking up earlier and for half an hour admiring how sweetly she had slept. Her raven hair spread out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed when she was embarrassed by my naked appearance. Right now, I wanted to turn the car around and go to her.

I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never been so crazy about a woman before. I’m just getting kind of obsessive and too... gentle or something. The last thing is not familiar to me at all.

And when I met her on the road yesterday, tearful, disheveled, and frightened, I was overcome with such a wave of rage. And again, just by chance, seeing these terrible bruises on her hands, I suddenly realized what had happened. She was running away from some scumbag and for some reason, trying to hide it from me. And that scumbag turned out to be Anderson’s nephew. How did I know about that?

That first night when the sweet mystery woman was firmly embedded in my head, and I wanted to find her again. I couldn’t see Mia in the dark, but the voice of the guy who had burst into the gazebo to find her, and whom she was so afraid of, was vaguely familiar to me.

And that time in the restaurant, when some well-groomed guy held her hand, I did not immediately recognize him as a relative of my old partner. And when I found out, I thought for some reason that they were dating.

I was so angry at the whole situation, at myself still wildly wanting her, that I did the rash thing then.  I offered her money.

And when I realized that this “boyfriend” of hers was trying to rape her, I went crazy. I went and kicked the shit out of him.

Fuck! The thought of Mia being an untouched girl when that freak was trying to get into her knickers just made me mad. I gripped the steering wheel, imagining Anderson’s neck in its place. I think I should have finished him off! But if he ever shows up in her line of sight again, I’ll take care of putting him away for a long time. I’ll make sure she doesn’t see him again.

And even before our first night, I had already clearly decided for myself that I did not want to let her go. I want to see her with me. So the thought that had been haunting me for the past twenty-four hours – Mia moving in with me – didn’t seem so wild to me now. On Monday evening, we will deal with this issue.

I came home late yesterday. Mia still hadn’t called, but I guess she really wasn’t up to it yet. So I wrote her a short message wishing “Sweet dreams” and went to bed.

The next day, the situation repeated itself and I decided to call her myself. Maybe something happened?

Sitting in my office, between meetings, I dialed the girl’s number, already expecting to hear her lovely voice, but, alas. Neither the first call nor the second she clearly wasn’t in a hurry to answer, and then suddenly came a busy tone that made me really confused. I frowned and put the phone away when the company director knocked on the door and came in.

The day turned out to be really hard, the mood was already lousy, but when on the way home I called the girl one more time, and she ignored me again, I absolutely felt down. If you can’t pick up the phone, is it so hard to write a short message so that I don’t get worried?! What a mean girl! When she arrives, I’ll spank her so hard that even sitting down will hurt!

I suddenly had a picture of her naked pretty butt on my lap, which turned me on so badly. It’s only the second day I haven’t seen her, and I’m already crazy about how terribly I want to see this little witch.

But in the next moment, my fervent mood came to naught when the phone on the panel lit up and I saw a new message.

Mia: “It was all a mistake. Forget about me.”

What the fuck is going on?!

I read it again. No, there was no note at the end that it was just a bad joke. Very lame bad joke.

So that’s why she started ignoring me. She’s got something stupid in her head again. Well, I just felt like I shouldn’t have let her go yesterday. What an obnoxious girl.

Without thinking twice, I turn the car around and rush towards the exit out of the town, opening her electronic personal file with one hand. Until you say these freaking words right to my face, the fuck I will forget about you!

Mia

I did not believe Olivia’s words about Henry’s fiancée exactly until the moment when my fingers reached out to browse the article that worried me on the Internet and dispel all my doubts about the man I loved.

But my heart sank so strong with resentment and frustration when I realized that my friend’s words were more than justified. He should have told me! Although... why he should do anything to me at all?

What am I to him? A doll for a couple of nights? An “indispensable” convenient assistant that he can fuck at work now? Or maybe later he would have nobly elevated me to the status of his mistress? All this made me so angry that I grabbed the nearly empty glass of water on the table next to me and threw it at the wall. The glass container shattered to the floor with a crash. My own soul looked just as broken now. You bastard!