“It’s easier said than done.” She sighed, finally sitting back in her seat.
“It’ll take some time but you’ll get there. Trust me on it.”
“I do. I do trust you. That’s what scares me.” Ever shook her head, visibly shaken by her own revelation.
When we walked through the doors of the same Mercedes dealership that I’d purchased her Sprinter from with a sleeping Emorey and Essence in my arms, my day had been made. Everwas willing to release the hold her past had on her and allow me to do as I pleased to upgrade her life in ways that the average woman only witnessed on the television screen.
But this wasn’t fiction for her. It was real fucking life and for the rest of her life. She knew it and so did I. That's why I didn’t mind spending money on her. The shit that I wanted to do for her didn’t even put a small dent in my pocket. I’d spend the rest of my days showering her with love, compassion, support, and anything our hearts desired for her to have.
“You see something you like?”
“Ummm. Hmmm.”
“What?”
“The GLE.” She pointed with a smile.
She had splendid taste. It was the perfect sophisticated mom truck, with all the bells and whistles she’d need to feel like the fucking boss she was about to be.
“Good fucking choice, baby.”
SIXTEEN
I staredat the clock for the hundredth time as I listened for the lock on my front door to turn. The apartment was dead silent, just the way I liked it on the nights that Luca told me he was coming over. I wanted to hear him the very moment he approached so that I could pounce on him the moment he came in. It didn’t matter how much time we spent together, it was the time apart that got to me the most. Some days we didn’t see each other at all and those were the hardest. Our time together was split between his home and mine, and it had been that way since I’d moved in almost two months ago.
In those two months, Luca had made me smile so much that I’d cracked the sides of my lips at least once a week. I hadfinally gotten used to my new car, and the girls were enjoying their summer. Sundays were reserved for quality time without the girls. They were always with my mother from Saturday night until Sunday night.
During that time, we sexed in every position and in every corner of the house. He fucked me and he fed me and sometimes, we took a day trip to a near city and enjoyed a new scenery. There was always something up Luca’s sleeve on Saturday night or Sunday. It was always thrilling to see what he had in store for us next.
Life for me was evolving so beautifully. My space wasn’t quite finished yet, but my van was, and I received a new cake order every day. Some days, I’d get two calls and those days always led me to celebrate. Though the front of my space was still being prepared for customers, the kitchen was complete. It’s where I’d made my last eight cakes, and I loved every moment of it. I’d gotten my license to produce food from my bakery that others could consume and was waiting for Code Enforcers to come check out the place. Once they approved everything, I’d be ready to hit the ground rolling. Renovations would only take another two weeks.
He’s here,I thought as I heard his key enter the door and turn the lock. The top lock was always left unlocked for that particular reason. He was always welcomed. Not locking the top so that he could get in was my invitation.
My brows hiked and heart rate sped as I pulled myself from beneath the sheets and pressed my back against the wall. His footsteps grew louder with each second. My heart threatened to burst when I heard his keys hit the kitchen counter. I loved that sound so much. It had become my favorite.
The smile that I wore when he rounded the corner quickly faded when he entered my lowly lit bedroom. The city’s lightsserved as my bedroom’s backdrop, my floor-to-ceiling windows mimicking the ones at Luca’s place.
“Has it come yet?” Luca asked as soon as he walked in the door.
“What? Why is there a dog in my house?”
“Has it come yet?”
“No. But, why, Luca?”
“Because I thought the girls might like him. They’ve been saying they want a pet.”
“You’ve been saying they need a pet. They haven’t been saying anything.”
“You think they’ll like him?”
“Luca. Can you get that thing out of my house?”
“Why? You don’t like him?”
“I don’t like dogs, period. End of story.”
“He staying at my house, anyway. He goes to training camp Monday and won’t be back for three weeks.”
