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I walked in the door and found Vanessa in the kitchen. She was still in the deep blue dress she wore that afternoon. I already knew she was home on my drive back to Florence because I checked her tracker every fifteen minutes. Without that little device, my anxiety would be insurmountable.
She poured the milk into her cereal before she noticed me. “How was your first day back?”
I tossed my keys on the table as I slowly walked toward her, amused that this perfect woman continued to make cereal for herself for most meals rather than learn how to cook something. “Cereal for dinner?”
“It’s a snack. I figured you were making dinner.” She looked up at me, that beautiful smile just for me. Her eyes glowed in a special way that didn’t happen for another person. Without even touching me, she treated me in a way she never treated anyone else.
“I spoil you too much.”
She shrugged. “Can’t argue with that.” She rose on her tiptoes and kissed me on the mouth.
I kept my eyes open and watched her, watched her visibly melt for me. Her hand was pressed against my chest for balance, and her tits looked incredible from this angle.
When she pulled away, that same light was in her eyes. “So, you made it through the day?”
“Yes. Your father talked me down.”
“Ohh…one of those lectures. Been there, done that.” She left her bowl of cereal on the counter and kept her attention on me. “I’m glad he made you feel better. He’s very wise…when he’s not being annoying.”
“Yeah.”
She turned back to her bowl and finally scooped a bite into her mouth. “I got a lot more customers after you left.”
I dug into my jeans and pulled out the set of keys that I’d gotten from the real estate agent. I placed them on the counter beside us and stared at her.
She glanced at the keys, immediately recognizing they weren’t ours. They were made of brass, and they were big and ancient, not like the keys we had to the apartment. There was a slight hint of rust on the metal. “What’s this?”
“The keys to your new home.” I waited for her to explode, for her to jump into my arms and scream with joy.
“You’re being serious?” She dropped the bowl back on the counter, the milk spilling over and rolling toward the microwave. She snatched the keys and felt them in her fingertips before she clutched them to her chest. “We got it.”
“It’s all ours.”
“Oh my god.” She launched herself into my arms and wrapped her arms around my waist, her dress immediately popping open to reveal her sexy skin in her black thong. “I can’t believe it. It’s ours!” Her arms hooked around my neck, and she hugged me tightly. “Thank you. Thank you for buying it for me.”
I carried her toward the dining table, the place where I made love to her in the middle of our meals. “You’re welcome, baby.” I sat her on the wood and yanked her straps down to reveal her perfect tits. My hands pulled her thong down next before I positioned her at the edge of the table.
“You want me to show you my appreciation?”
I dropped my jeans and boxers and prepared to thrust inside her. “I expect you to pay for half with this perfect pussy.” My hands gripped the backs of her knees, and I pinned her down against the table so I could fuck her good and hard.
She gripped both of my wrists and looked at me with fire in her eyes, her sexiness incredible. With her hair all over the table and her green eyes so bright, she looked like a fantasy I couldn’t even make up. “That sounds fair to me.”
I worked in the warehouse most of the day, marking the products that had been produced that week. Barsetti Vineyards just acquired a new client with a large demand for a chain of restaurants, so our production had increased. I noted everything had been shipped out and took care of the shipment. I wasn’t moving crates and boxes around like I did before since Crow had hired someone to handle those things. Now I took care of the paperwork, traveling from one vineyard to the next before I came back.
It wasn’t as exciting as my old profession, but at least it was something meaningful. It would protect Vanessa’s legacy so she could pass it on to her children. Even though I spent eight hours there every single day without getting paid, it was a good utilization of my time.
And I checked Vanessa’s tracker every hour.
She was never where she shouldn’t be. Sometimes at lunchtime, she was in a restaurant, probably with Carmen. But she never deviated from the two-mile radius around the apartment. The rest of the time, her dot was inside the gallery.
