“You did all this?” I ask. He nods his head and I have to ask, “Why?”
“For your birthday,” he simply says.
“Today isn’t my birthday,” I say stating the obvious.
“I know this, it was yesterday.”
“And you only just remembered?”
“Well, I may have had help,” he says, looking down at his hand. When I look, his knuckles are red.
“Who did you hit?” I ask, wanting to know.
“Apart from the wall,” he says to which I nod. “Jagger,” he states shrugging like it’s nothing.
“Why…why would you do that?”
“His lips were on you and they’re mine, not his.”
“Have you gone full blown caveman?” I ask raising my eyebrows. His lip twitches and I can tell he wants to smile or laugh.
“I’ll always be a caveman on your ass, Pixie,” he says stepping closer.
“Pixie?” I ask him.
“Yes, my little blonde pixie. Who is mine! And the next man that touches you will get a bullet instead of my fist.” I go step toward him when the front door is slammed open and a very pissed off Aria walks in straight to Zeke and clobbers him in the nose. Zeke takes a step back from the force of her punch and stands there.
“Aria, do you know what happened to the last person who touched me like that?” Zeke asks in anger. Aria shrugs her shoulders like she doesn’t give a fuck.
“I get home this morning to find my brother in a pool of blood with his nose broken. And when I asked who did this, he smiled and responded that it was you. So, of course, I had to return the favor,” she says calmly rubbing her hand. I stand there shocked watching the whole thing play out, mainly because he’s naked, and it seems Aria’s just noticed as well ‘cause she looks down and smiles wider.
“If your brother learned to keep his lips off my girl, he wouldn’t be harmed,” he tells her, to which she looks to me then back at his cock. I can’t help the laugh that forms from her boldness. “Aria, if you’ve finished staring, I would love for you to get the fuck out of my house.” Her head cocks up and she laughs at him. She turns to me still laughing. “Any good?” she asks pointing to his cock. Zeke grabs her arm and takes her to the front door, pushing her through then slamming it in her face. He mutters something on his walk back to me shaking his head.
“I swear, that girl has more than a few screws lose.” I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me this time. He doesn’t even care that she saw him naked. Fuck! He hasn’t even cared enough to get dressed. “I like you in my clothes, it makes me all caveman and shit,” he says stepping closer, then closer, until he reaches me.
“Well, I’m pretty sure a caveman wouldn’t be buying me roses,” I say gesturing to the beautiful display that is the living room. He nods his head and smiles. “True.”
He reaches for the table and hands me something in a box, I open it to find a small diamond ring, it’s laced with diamonds all around the band. I know it’s not an engagement ring. I breathe out a sigh and then slide it on my hand.
“I love it,” I tell him. He looks happy, his face has lost the stone cold look he usually carries.
“How did you come up with all this at such late notice?” I ask, looking at him then back to the flower display.
“Google,” he tells me.
“You Googled what to buy a girlfriend, didn’t you?” I hold my lips tight knowing I’m seconds away from bursting into laughter. His facial expressions confirm it.
“How the fuck else was I meant to know?” he asks rubbing his jaw, which has grown a slight stubble.
“You know, most only get a bunch of flowers and chocolates, not the whole store,” I tell him. He looks surprised at first.
“Why would they buy just one? What’s the point in that shit?” he looks clearly confused.
“Do you honestly believe you needed to buy the whole store?” I say to him reaching down and picking up the stunning yellow tulips.
“Yes,” he says like I should know this.
“It’s very thoughtful and beautiful,” I tell him, his smile grows wide.
“Does that mean I get extra brownie points for buying the entire store? Like…maybe, sex in bed all day?” he asks picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder while walking me back to the bedroom.
“Well, there you go, I thought you’d lost your caveman instincts for a second, but lo and behold, here we are again.” I laugh and reach for his ass. It’s gorgeous, and watching it move as he walks I want to grab it.
“Stop looking at my ass, Pixie,” he says just as we reach the room.
“I wasn’t,” I lie.
“Liar,” he says throwing me on the bed. He then is undressing me and taking me nine ways to Sunday. How could I not love this man?
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
~Emily Bronte~
We stayed in bed all weekend with no distractions, both of our phones were turned off and if someone knocked on the door, we didn’t answer. We ordered take out, I cooked for her, and I pleased her both orally and sexually. So when Monday came around and we both had to resume our normal lives, I was disappointed, surprisingly so. I enjoyed it, I enjoyed spoiling her. Making her feel the way she has always made me feel which is above cloud nine. That’s the effect she has on people, always putting others before herself, and it felt awesome.
I’m sitting in a meeting with Quinton and it’s playing on my nerves because I want to get back home. I want to lay her back down and never leave the bed without her. I don’t know how to control these thoughts and feelings that are consuming me. I don’t know why I have them. I didn’t want to love her. I didn’t want to love, period. But I do, I love her something fierce, and it took me losing her to see that.
I manage to escape later that afternoon, and I’m anxious to get back home, though when I do arrive home I don’t see her anywhere. I check everywhere in the house. When there’s no sign, I walk to the front of the house where my office is and see her sitting at my desk reading things she should not be reading. I cough to alert her to my presence and she jumps and puts on a fake smile. I stay where I am in the doorway wondering what it is she’s found that has her so focused. Her face flushes and she looks down at the papers and stacks them back where they were. I look down on the desk from the door and see that it’s my gun shipment. Something, she definitely should not be reading.
“What are you doing, Bexley?” I ask. She raises herself from the desk and walks toward me.
“I was looking for Aria’s number, I don’t have it,” she says trying to look innocent, but I know when someone lies straight to my face. You can see it in their body language.
“You could have called me,” I tell her, not moving out of the doorway to let her pass. I want to be mad, I want to hold her down and torture the words from her mouth. But I know, I know she won’t say anything. She will lie through her two front teeth.
I step aside and let her pass, she doesn’t look at me when she does and she walks faster to be out of my way. If I didn’t suspect anything before, I do now that’s for sure.
I manage to calm myself down enough to see her, after an hour sitting in my office looking at everything she could have seen today. These papers would normally not be here, they would be stacked securely in my safe if it weren't for the weekend we’d had. I cringe knowing what she’s seen.