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“Okay.” What in the world was going on? I walked up to the front door and stood there, waiting on him. I started to turn around to see what was taking so long, but he yelled at me.

“No! Don’t look. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“What is going on, Paolo? This is weird!”

“Just have a little patience.” Finally, he was by my side. He set something down behind me where I couldn’t see it, then said, “Okay. Open the door.”

My hand was shaking a little when I fit the key in the lock. When we stepped inside, I gasped. “Oh my God.” I covered my mouth with my hand. The walls that were white when we’d toured it earlier had been painted in shades of my favorite colors. The house had furniture in it. All the furniture and decorations were in my colors and were things I would’ve picked out myself. I turned and looked at him. “What did you do?”

“Surprise!”

I stared at him.

“Keep looking around while I get something set up on the back deck, okay?”

I nodded. It was all I could do. I was speechless. I went from room to room. Every room was decorated and furnished beautifully. When I went in the main bedroom, there were even designer clothes hanging in my closet. Everything looked ready for me to move in immediately if I wanted to. I couldn’t believe it.

“Jelly!”

I hurried out to what he was doing on the deck, and my mouth fell open. There was a beautiful outdoor patio set with a dining table completely set for dinner by candlelight. Edison bulbs had been strung from the pergola andhung in some of the trees. It was incredible. Then Paolo picked up a huge wicker basket, opened it, and started pulling out champagne and a huge spread of charcuterie staples.

He pulled out a chair for me. “Come sit.” He had the biggest grin on his face.

“How… how did you do this?”

“You know all those calls I took today that pissed you off?”

I nodded.

“That’s how. I’m so sorry, but it’s the only way I could get it all done. Madeline, Carmen, and Tiffani helped me so much, but I had to talk to them to make it all happen.”

I sat there, shocked. No one had ever done something like this for me before, and I didn’t know how to handle it. Suddenly, tears came to my eyes. Before I knew it, I was crying.

He hurried over to me, pulled me up and into his arms, and held me. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. I… I don’t even know what to say.”

I was quiet through most of dinner, just taking everything in. I was trying to process it all. It had been such a day of highs and lows. To go from the purchase of the house, to thinking Paolo had another woman he was seeing, to understanding he’d pulled off this Herculean task for me… it was too much. It had blown my mind.

So later, I spread out a quilt in the backyard. Under the glow of the Edison lights, it was his turn for me to blow his mind. More than once.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Paolo

After fulfilling my fantasy of tying Jelly up, I thought the least I could do was fulfill hers. Did I want to share her with another man? No. But did I want her to have that fantasy with two men who would keep her safe and cared about her? Yes. So, here we were at Cayenne about to make it happen for her.

Jelly and I walked down a private hallway in Cayenne. She was holding my hand. I scrubbed my other hand over my face, not entirely on board with what was about to happen. But it killed two birds with one stone, metaphorically speaking.

Nico had begged me to share her with him.

Jelly’s kinkiest fantasy was sex with two men.

And when I’d asked her to choose a guy out of all the men we knew, she fucking chose Nico. Did I enjoy the fact that they were into each other? Hell, no. But it would’ve been awkward if he wanted her, but she had wanted Leo or some other guy.

So, here we were. I stopped walking at the room Nico had directed me to. I looked around and saw him approaching. He looked handsome as usual, the fucker. He was wearing a suit, but his button down wasn’t buttoned all the way up and he wasn’t wearing a tie. I wondered if he’d already been with a couple of women this evening, but he’d said he wasn’t going to do that.

I trusted him. Nico was typically a man of his word.