Page 5 of Sweet Surrender
She did that a lot.
Even when she was alone, Savannah cursed a lot to herself. I’d cometo learn it was her way of expressing frustration, if only for a moment before she composed herself.
Given the shit hand she’d been dealt in recent months, Savannahrarely let her defenses down, not letting herself trust anyone.
She didn’t have friends, they’d all abandoned her in her time of need,believing she couldn’t be trusted. She didn’t have any family, her mom passed away over a year ago, and thanks to the one person she should have been able to trust letting her down, she now refused to date.
No matter how many times the car salesman prick constantly askedher.
Despite everything life had thrown at her, she kept going,fighting her way through each day, even if it was a never-ending battle she couldn’t win.Perhaps that was why I was obsessed with her, she never gave up,no matter how hard times were, something I knew a lot about myself.
I took a moment to study her as she sat in her seat muttering cursesto herself. Although I’d spent hours upon hours staring at her through cameras, or as she slept, seeing her now was different.
Maybe because this moment was the start of our forever.
My business partner, and best friend, Fox, thought I was off myrocker for losing my head over a woman, but I didn’t give a fuck what he thought. He could call me pussy-whipped all he liked, so long as I had her.
And Iwouldhave her.
Savannah was quite simply magnificent. She had that ‘girl next door’look to her, an air of shyness, but peel back a layer, and underneath was a firecracker waiting to explode. In my thirty-one years, I’d fucked hundreds of women, but none of them came close in comparison to her.
She’d just come from work so her sandy blonde hair was pulled upinto a high bun. Over the course of the day, tendrils had broken free from their hold and hung loosely around her heart-shaped face.
The only time she wore her hair up was when she was at work, andthe second she stepped through her front door, she’d pull her hair down, before even removing her shoes. The rest of the time, she left it to hang down in soft waves to her ample cleavage.
I’d lost count of the amount of times I’d pictured her hair wrappedaround my knuckles as I fucked her from behind or rammed my dick down her throat.
Bright green doe eyes were framed by dark lashes. Now I’d seen herup close and in person, I knew I would spend hours getting lost in her stunning eyes.
A dusting of freckles spattered her high cheekbones and upturnednose, and on her plump, rosy pink lips was a small scar just above the top one. I was desperate to learn how she’d received it. In all the pictures I’d found of her online, the small scar was present in all of them.
The ghastly work uniform she was wearing didn’t do her figure anyjustice. The white shirt was too baggy, and the dank gray color of the pinafore made her skin seem paler than it was. But underneath, she had a mind-blowing curvaceous figure.
I’d watched her strip off in front of the camera in her room time andtime again, and each time, it resulted in my cock growing hard as steel, and me having to relieve myself.
She wasn’t stick thin like a lot of the women who threw themselves atme were. Her tits were big and juicy, her waist tapered down into her child-bearing hips, and her ass had enough meat on it to jiggle when she walked.
I couldn’t wait until the day I got to run my tongue over the curves ofher delectable body and worship every inch of her.
Maybe Fox was right. Maybe I was pussy-whipped.
Coming to the realization that her car was going nowhere, Savannahstepped out and slammed her door in anger.
“No luck?” I asked, stating the fucking obvious and tamping down myamusement. Her beautiful emerald eyes shining with indignation met mine, and a heavy scowl settled on her face.
“No,” she huffed before straightening her pinafore. Dried food stainscovered the front of it, and the memory of watching a kid run into her earlier flashed in my mind.
Of course I’d spent the day watching her from outside the diner. Howelse was I going to put my plan into motion?
“Brian’s calling the firm I use. They’ll be here as quick as they canand will get your car to a garage,” I said, waving a hand to where Brian was a few feet away from us talking on the phone.
Her eyes flashed over to him before coming back to meet mine, and aflush started creeping up her neck.
“Look, I appreciate it, and I don’t want to sound ungrateful,” shepaused and squeezed her eyes closed. When they opened again, they were full of humiliation. “But I very much doubt I’ll be able to afford the company you use.”
She wasn’t wrong. I’d seen her bank accounts, and I was all tooaware of her financial situation. Savannah barely had two spare cents to rub together. She lived on a strict budget, and anything unexpected such as her car crashing, was only going to push her further over the edge.
And straight into my hands.
