BIG DADDY SINATRA 2: IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, Book 2 Read Online Free PDF Page A

probably called and told him just so
they could score some brownie points with him.   Pathetic pieces of shit.   Whoever
made that call.”
    But
it was a moot point now, as far as Jenay was concerned.   He was here. Instead of talking about him
with Robert, which she rarely ever did anyway, she prepared herself for the
onslaught of that I told you so mantrahe was sure to unleash.  
    Charles
looked through his rearview mirror as he unbuckled his seatbelt.   His wife was standing beside Robert, and the
baby was in Robert’s arms, so at least his family was intact, he thought.   And that car of hers didn’t appear to be any
worse for wear.  
    But
he still didn’t like the fact that he had to find out through his secretary
that his wife had been in an accident.   He wanted to be Jenay’s go-to man.   He wanted to be the one person she called as
soon as something happened to her, good or bad, small or massive.   But just as he tended to handle his problems
on his own the way he’d always handled them, she handled hers the same
way.   And for the most part he loved that
independence she so fiercely guarded.   But sometimes, like right now, it concerned him too.
    He
got out of his car and began walking toward them.   Jenay stood there in her winter white
pantsuit, with a red scarf thrown around her neck that matched her red high
heels, and just seeing her made his heart palpitate.   Even though her gray eyes against her dark
skin lit up any space, and her slender body with just the right combination of
big breasts and curves would cause any man’s penis to throb, gorgeous was never
the first word he thought whenever he laid eyes on her.   Because she was so much more to him than a
pretty face and a shapely frame.    There
was a subtle elegance about her, a kind of unfiltered naturalness, that made
her, not just beautiful, but exquisite to Charles.  
    Like
her feet, for instance, he inwardly thought with a smile.   Her feet tended to veer out, as if she was on
the verge of slue-footedness, but she never tried to correct it.   No matter where she was.   She never tried to draw them in or turn them
closer together.   She let them veer-out
wherever they veered-out because that was what they did.  
    Like
now.   She had the baby’s big diaper bag
on her small shoulders, her hands in the pockets of her suit coat, and her
little feet’s position could almost match a penguin’s.   But that was his woman right there.   A mixture of strength, beauty,
slue-footedness and brains.   And with an
undeniable stubbornness, he thought sadly as he made his way toward her, that
sometimes shut him out.  
    Jenay
and Robert had both started looking at Charles from the moment he got out of
the Jaguar, buttoned his tailored Valentino suit, and headed their way.   Although Jenay never viewed him as a man
given to flashiness of any kind, he did have impeccable taste and was always
well put together.   And his beauty, she
thought.   His strapping sons had nothing
on him.   From his jet-black wavy hair, to
his large, glimmering green eyes, his face was handsome in a way that bespoke
ruggedness, hardness, and yet incredible prettiness all mixed up into one great
looking guy.  
    And
his body.   From his thick chest and
biceps, to his muscular legs and thighs, he had the body of a linebacker more
so than the quarterback position he once played in high school.   A very big, well-endowed linebacker, Jenay
added fondly, as she stared at him.
      Robert looked at his father approaching with
that same pride of association he always felt whenever Charles entered his
orbit.   But what he didn’t like, and
hadn’t liked since his father’s marriage, was how Charles seemed singularly
focused on Jenay and the baby as he came toward them, and not at all on him.
    “What
brings you here, Dad?” he decided to ask to wrestle away some of that
attention.
    “What
brings you here?” Charles asked him back.   Did
Jenay call you