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“Ah, so that’s why you sent the sentries; you knew that once they realized they couldn’t get through, that they’d show up here at some point. I wish his bitch ass would.”
“Yeah, I feel you on that one, but I have a whole lot more in store for him before we meet face-to-face.”
“I’m liking you more and more, but I still have to tell you, if you hurt her, I’ll get my boys together to go to town on that ass. And this time, nobody’s going to stop me.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I think this time, with you, she won’t be able to bounce back. So please, don’t hurt her.”
He had a pleading look in his eyes, which for some reason, fortified my decision to cut my sister off. Here was this guy, a total stranger to Stephanie for all intense and purposes, not related by blood, and he had so much feeling for her. While my sister, my blood, didn’t even give her a chance before tearing her down. “You have my oath of honor, brother.”
We exchanged a handshake that very few are privileged to know. Not once did he mention my money or anything else he’d read in that report, as most would have and have done. His only interest was in the woman he called his sister. Respect!
MACE
I’d taken care of her workplace, putting things in place to keep her safe, but her home was still not secure enough for my liking. I could plant people there as well, but that might draw too much attention, and keeping her at my place indefinitely might not work for her since my place isn’t exactly female-friendly.
But why can’t it be? What’s stopping it from being more than the bachelor pad I’d made it into? My place isn’t as big as hers, seeing as it’s a penthouse in an apartment building, but it’s not shabby either. Plus, it’s in a prime location with an ocean view right on the water, which I happen to know she loves.
It has the added bonus of no asshole ex-in-laws showing up to start shit. I made a U-turn at the next light and headed in the opposite direction from my office. I had a shit ton of work to do, but this was more important.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the local shopping area, I couldn’t believe how excited I was about letting a woman invade my space, something I was always staunchly against in the past, before Steph.
I headed for the first place with the word luxury in it with a display window full of soft pinks and white that looked like her number for sure. Women’s shit is expensive as hell; I never knew that. I spent a few grand in a matter of minutes, and all I had to show for it was some shit called bath bombs, some bath salts and gel, and a candy-scented cotton candle because, you know, my girl has the heart of a teenager, and that was about it.
The sales lady was only too happy to point me in the direction of the next place that was about to rob me blind for what she deemed the necessities I’d foolishly asked her about. Whatever they’re paying her, it isn’t enough. All I remember saying was, yes; I’m looking for some stuff for my girl when she asked who I was shopping for.
An hour or less later, my hands were laden down with shit, and that was all for her to take a bath. The next place was fun, though, and I was hitting my groove by the time the sales lady wrapped up the new silk robes and loungewear I’d got for her in all the colors they had because why not.
The next stop was clothing which I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about, but picturing my girl’s ass in those jeans I found was more than enough incentive for me to say screw it. I know women can be a bit touchy about someone else picking out their clothes, but I gotta say, this was a new high for me.
Nothing gave me more pleasure than stocking my trunk with loads of crap that was all hers. I could’ve gone on forever looking for things I thought would suit her with the help of the saleswomen and my very specific descriptions of what my Steph’s body looked like.
If I was the type, the last one would’ve had me breaking out photos and shit, so I’m pretty much convinced they all work together. By the time I went to follow her home from her office, I was as excited as a kid about to show off some new skill.
I’ve never had this much fun spending money on anyone else, myself included. I can see why some men spoil the hell out of their woman; it’s its own kind of high. I literally couldn’t wait to get home to show her all of her new stuff.
