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“I love being your girlfriend.” She smiles and I love seeing the flush of pink on her cheeks.
It’s been three months since our first date, and according to Makayla, when we became official. The time we spent together at Veil doesn’t count because I wasn’t Cannon, I was X. I laughed at that, but she had a point. I’m just relieved she forgave me, Heather, and Desiree.
We spend every second of our free time together, in and out of bed. Whether it’s dinner, the movies, or just a walk around The Village. Sometimes we double-date with Heather and Jesse. I take her out as often as she likes, because she’s never really had the dating experience.
Which reminds me….
“I can’t have lunch with you today,” I tell her. “I’m meeting with the Cantore brothers, and then we’re going to look at some property.”
Disappointment passes over her face, but she smiles anyway. “I know. You told me last night.” She heads back into the bathroom and I watch her reflection as she swipes lip gloss across those delicious lips.
I’m fully aware the ladies in the office have been stand-offish with her, but Makayla won’t let me interfere. She wants to earn their respect as their co-worker and not as the boss’s girlfriend.
One of the things I love the most about her is that even after the hell she went through with the bullies, and then Victor, she never allowed it to touch her kindness.
She still sees the world through rose-colored glasses, and I’ll never let anyone—including myself—ruin that for her.
Which is why I decided not to tell her about Spencer. I don’t like that he was creeping around the apartment, but I feel a little sorry for the kid. Victor forced him to give up Makayla. Who knows how long it took him to work up the nerve to ask her out.
I also didn’t tell her that Victor was likely the one sending her those roses. So I’ve taken the liberty of hand delivering one to her every Friday before date night. Which is tonight.Shit.I’ll need to swing by Veil and steal one from Desiree.
There’s been no sign of Victor since the charity dinner. According to my sources, he’s been in Dubai working on a new hotel expansion. With Spencer handled and Victor out of the country, Makayla is no longer in danger. So I’ve called off the security stud, even though he still lives in the apartment.
Makayla walks out of the bathroom and over to the closet, slipping her feet into a pair of heels. Ones I bought for her after the other pair went missing.
It was a manipulative move, I know. But I’m going to erase every trace of Victor, even if it means I have to revamp her entire wardrobe.
“I probably won’t be back before you leave the office, so I’ll come straight to your apartment afterward and take you to dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan.” She bends down and kisses me chastely on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, more.” I smack her on the butt. “Be a good girl today.”
Yeah. We’re that couple.
THIRTY-THREE
MAKAYLA
It’s lunchtime and I’m stuck eating at my desk by myself. Cannon had a meeting with the Cantore brothers, and Heather had a lunch date with Jesse. I haven’t had much girl-time with my bestie—except for the occasional double-date—but she seems much happier since they worked things out.
One of the downsides of being the boss’s girlfriend is that everyone treats me like I have some contagious disease. They’re not rude or anything, just indifferent. It’s like high school all over again.
I’m mindlessly picking at my Caesar salad when there’s a sharp knock on my door. I lift my head to see Jane walking into my office, holding a shiny black box. Instead of the usual long box, this one is rectangular and wrapped with a red satin bow. “This just came for you.” She sets it on my desk.
“Was there a card?”
“I didn’t look.” She gives a careless shrug. “It’s probably from your boyfriend.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes and tell her to grow the fuck up but instead I say, “Thanks.”
She nods once with a tight smile and turns to leave my office, but then I change my mind. Because fuck that.
“Jane,” I call before she reaches the door.
She stops and turns to face me, brows raised. “Hmm?”
I point at her with my fork. “You’re married right?” I ask.
