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Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed in sweatpants, a T-shirt, and my wellies as I make my way to the small garden Mia created.
What? I was bored. Besides, I’m not in the mood to be trapped by my own creativity again.
Mia looks up from her crouched position and lifts her gloved hand to shield her eyes from the rising sun. I stand in its path and slide a hand into my pocket. “I’m gracing you with my presence. I accept worship in the form of blowjobs.”
She laughs and shakes her head, then signs, “Don’t just stand there. Make yourself useful and get me the fertilizer spikes.”
The blasphemy. How dare she treat me like a servant for the demon flowers that she’s giving more attention than me. I should’ve squashed them to death when I had the chance and chalked the whole thing up to an unfortunate flower death. Happens every day in many flower shops and wouldn’t be frowned upon by any stretch of the imagination.
Since that option is currently out of the question, I go fetch the fertilizer and even put on gloves. Then I, Landon King, the legendary genius of contemporary art, help water the little flower fuckers.
My logic is simple. The sooner she’s done with this tedious chore, the faster I can get her to round two. Maybe this time, I’ll paint her pretty little body as I fuck her on all fours on the canvas. Or maybe I’ll sketch something on her back while I fuck her senseless. I’m nothing less than versatile when it comes to fucking and art. Combine the two together and you get a recipe for guaranteed success.
“You’re not supposed to try to stab them, Landon.” Mia laughs and catches my hand to show me how.
So I make mistakes on purpose so she can ‘correct’ my actions further. Now, this I can deal with, unlike entitled flowers that have no business getting between me and my muse.
After I get over my childish, immature feelings about literal plants, I focus more on Mia. I love the carefree, happy expression on her face as she strokes and even signs to the flowers as if they’re pets.
“You could make a career out of this,” I say when she keeps inspecting the seeds.
“Oh, I will,” she signs. “I’m going to be a badass businesswoman who will make the world a better place for plants.”
“Pretty sure you’re confusing business with activism.”
“I can do both. Money talks, so I’ll have that and use it to give the plants a better life.”
“How about your family’s notorious mafia business?”
She lifts a shoulder. “Fortunately or unfortunately, that responsibility falls on Nikolai’s shoulders. Mom and Dad promised that Maya and I can marry and do whatever we want. Imagine me having to marry one of the mafia heirs?”
“Not so hard to do, considering your liaisons with Jeremy.”
“Jeremy is a responsible leader and a trustworthy friend.”
“Hmm. Go on. Tell me a bit more so I can bump him up to the top of my shit list.”
“Don’t be jealous.” She laughs.
“Me? Jealous? I don’t process those feelings, love.”
“You obviously do. Aside from the Jeremy thing, Bran said you made it clear that I’m yours in order to keep him and Remi away.”
“As it should be. Bran is my brother, but even he isn’t allowed to mess with what’s mine. As for Remi, he’s a nuisance.”
“No, he’s not. He’s actually funny and fun.”
Funny and fun. Not just funny or fun. It’s both funnyandfun.
I better not see his face in the near future or I’ll be tempted to ruin it.
In fact, maybe I should do just that. He’s too carefree for his own good and could use a lesson or a few.
I’m still contemplating the best plan to bring Remi down when, all of a sudden, the sky opens up and the rain comes pouring down.
Mia gets to her feet and grabs my hands, then we run toward the gazebo in the middle of the garden.
But it’s too late. We soon realize that we’re both soaking wet.
