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Chapter33
He’s rich, let’s fuck
Jake
Oriana sits in my car, staring up at my house.
“I didn’t expect…” She trails off as she turns her head toward me. “I mean, I knew you had money.”
“Is it not to your liking?” I ask.
“I think it’s to everyone’s liking.” A smile touches her lips. “The drive doesn’t bother you? You work in the city, and this is kind of far from the city.”
My eyes scan the area, flitting over my stable, which has three horses, and the chickens in their pen.
“My office has a bed when I’m too tired to drive,” I explain. “But this? This is my home.”
A car pulls up behind us, and I don’t even need to look back to know it’s my mother. Oriana places her hand in mine and gives me a squeeze. How did she know that simple touch was all I needed?
“Are you sure you want me to meet her? You can change your mind if it’s too much,” Oriana states with so much compassion in her gorgeous green eyes that, for some reason, it gives me goose bumps. Then I look in the rearview mirror and cringe. My mother is out of her car and standing there, her eyes locked on the house.
“I want you here. You are the only person in the world I want here at this very moment.” She leans in and her lips touch mine, soft and pure.
I’m not even sure how I managed to get her.
But you can bet I will do anything to keep her.
Oriana is now mine, and no one will take her from me.
No matter what!
“We should get out,” she whispers, her lips still on mine. “Your mother is waiting.” She pulls away, and a small sigh leaves me as she is the first to get out of the car. I wait a second, catch my breath, then follow Oriana out of the car.
What will my mother say?
More importantly, what does she want?
After all this time with no contact, I know she has to want something.
Oriana walks over to my mother and offers her hand to introduce herself.
“Are you his wife, or—”
“One day, she will be my wife,” I say, stepping up next to Oriana and placing my hand on the small of her back. Oriana says nothing, just smiles at my mother. “Mother, it’s been a long time.”
Her eyes scan me.
“You look good. And you’ve done well for yourself, I see.” Her gaze once again goes to my house. “Despite everything.”
“You mean despite your husband beating me every night.”
She flinches at my words but says nothing in return.
“How long have you been out?” Oriana asks, changing the subject.
My mother’s eyes flick to mine, and I say, “Oriana knows everything.”
“A few months. I got a job at a small café, cleaning. I wanted to get presentable before I found Jake.”
