Page 41 of A Murderous Omega

Joke’s on him. Conor was a billionaire who could afford to kit out my nest however the fuck I wanted.

I touched the blanket and nearly moaned. “Yes.”

“We’ll take one in each color,” Emile told the hovering sales associate.

“Three?” I asked.

“You deserve choices,” Emile said, his expression softening as he held them out to me.

‘My heart did complicated somersaults in my chest as Conor kissed my forehead.

“What else?”

Sheets. More pillows. A weighted blanket Conor insisted on. Silk pillowcases that Emile snuck into the cart when I wasn’t looking.

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to stop rubbing your alphas on the merchandise,” the manager said, appearing beside us.

I looked up from where I’d draped Conor over a display of throws because I wanted to know which ones smelled better with his peppermint and chocolate scent.

“I’m comparison shopping,” I said, wondering if I looked as unhinged as I felt.

“Ma’am, your alphas have scented twenty-three items.”

“And I’m very close to a decision.” I studied the throw currently wrapped around Conor’s shoulders. “This one’s perfect. We’re taking it.”

“We’re taking all twenty-three,” Conor said, pulling out his wallet.

“Conor—”

“Baby, you’ve been living in a shithole apartment with almost nothing to your name for ten years.” His expression was soft but determined. “If you want twenty-three throws, you’re getting twenty-three throws.”

“I don’t need⁠—”

“You’re building your first real nest.” Emile wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my forehead. “It’s necessary, and it makes us happy.”

When we were done shopping, Conor handed over his black card without even looking at the number.

“We’ll need these delivered,” he told the manager. “Today.”

“Sir, that’s⁠—”

“Today. I’ll make it worth your while,” he said, and slipped a couple of very large bills across the counter.

An hour later, we’d hit two more stores, at Emile’s insistence, because “you deserve luxury, chérie.” By the time we finished, I’d chosen enough bedding to supply a small hotel.

“I may have gone overboard,” I said in the car, slightly dazed, but unable to wipe the smile from my face.

“You went perfectly board,” Conor said. “That’s not even a phrase but I’m making it one.”

“We spent⁠—”

“We spent money on making you happy,” Emile interrupted gently. “That’s what money is for.”

“Our money is your money,” Conor said. “If you want to buy out three stores, we buy out three stores.”

“Four,” Emile corrected. “You haven’t looked at lighting yet.”

I blinked at him. “Lighting?”