Page 81 of Priceless
“I might do it just to spite Gregory,” he said. “I’ll buy a new one.”
Cameron sat in one of the chairs and observed our packmate with amusement. “He had thoughts?”
“Not good ones. He thinks the designs are too avant garde for men to wear, and I whole-heartedly disagree. With the way trends are going, by the time this collection comes out next year, this is the kind of thing everyone will want. I’m not going to let someone with a stick up his ass and an old-fashioned sense of style fuck that up.”
“Good.”
Micah looked up suddenly, like he hadn’t even realized he was talking. It happened sometimes.
“Shit. Sorry.”
“No, I like it,” I said. “Take no shit.”
He sighed and closed down the program. “Yeah. I won’t. But he’s going to be a pain in my ass about it.”
Gregory was one of our marketing people, and he was damn good at his job. But he also had no qualms about voicing his opinions when he thought our products were on the wrong track. Still, when a decision was made, he executed it, like he would with this.
“Is Ocean okay?” He asked quietly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
“She’s okay. Though the last place I want to be is here,” I admitted.
Cam put his hands behind his head and stared out the window. “We should take her on a honeymoon. I know it wasn’t part of the plans because it was all so fast, but getting her away from here? Where it’s just the four of us? I want that. And it might help get her away from those instincts.”
I looked at him. “When did you start having good ideas?”
“When you started smiling.” He smirked.
“Dick.”
One eyebrow raised. “You started it.”
“Photos and story are out,” Micah said. He stared down at his phone, scrolling.
It took only seconds for me to find it and start smiling. Because of the short timeline, we’d had the photographer provide the photos directly to our reporter of choice, but we would get them soon. And plaster them all over the fucking house.
She looked beautiful in every photo. Glowing, even though we now knew she’d been in agony. I wanted to take more photos with her happy and comfortable. But still, she had found some peace somewhere, and I would savor these pictures because they were the first time we made her ours.
The rest would come later.
“Story looks good,” Cameron said. “And just glancing at my little notification numbers, we’re already being tagged. We should grab something and post it.”
“On every account,” I added. We’d already instructed our social teams for Zenith and the other brands to post about it, but we would too.
I found the picture I wanted and posted it with a short caption, tagging Ocean as I did so, hoping it would be one of the first notifications she saw.
Deep satisfaction rolled through me. Perfect. I wanted the entire world to know that Ocean belonged to us. She was ours, and no one was going to fuck with that.
My little nymph might think I was joking when I told her how I meant to protect her, but I wasn’t. There were lines I hadn’t crossed and didn’t plan to, but I already knew there was no line I wouldn’t cross to protect my Omega if I needed to. That included her aunt and uncle.
I would do what I had to.
And I couldn’t wait to see her and tell her how delicious she looked in every single one of these photos. “I do not want to be here today,” I said with a laugh.
“We’ll get back to her as soon as we can—” Micah’s eyes drifted past me to the door, then sharpened. “Joseph. Come to offer your congratulations, I hope?”
I kept my face neutral as I turned to face him. His expression was hard and unreadable. “I didn’t think you would move this fast.”
“Is that a problem?” Sliding my hands into my pockets, I strolled to the wall and leaned against it, the picture of ease. “This was, after all, what you wanted. You threatened our legacy and livelihood in order to force us into marriage. Don’t tell me you’re not happy that we complied with your… request?”
