Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Have I ever told you I would change nothing about you? I love you just the way you are, Symphony.”
“Good, because I can’t change who I am, and I don’t want to be anyone else.”
“Come, I’m dying to know what’s under that tarp,” he says.
My cheeks heat. He is speaking of the photo I had shipped in. The one Maribel took for me. I begin to pop my band on my wrist.
“What is the matter?” Michael whispers in my ear.
“I don’t think my gift is good enough after all of this.”
“I’m sure I will love it.”
We go back into the house and move into the drawing room, where I thought I would hide the gift. Too bad he found it last night.
Like a kid, he rushes over to it and flips the tarp off. He steps back and takes in a sharp breath. I wring my hands as I look at the photo of me leaping through the air.
It’s funny. In the black and white print—my red slippers being the only pop of color, I’m wearing an all-black costume and red slippers like the tattoo on his forearm. I begin to blink rapidly when I see Michael’s eyes mist over.
“I will get you something else,” I rush out.
“No, you won’t,” he chokes out, placing a hand on his hip and lifting his other arm up to his face as if to hold in his emotions.
He looks at me with suspiciously moist eyes and nods a few times. His jaw works and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard once then twice.
“It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
Michael
This day has gone better than I could have asked for. When Symphony gave me that breathtaking framed photograph of her, I was floored. It’s as if she’s leaping from the frame.
It perfectly captures what it’s like to watch her on stage. I can’t wait to hang it in my office where I can stare at it all the time. I can’t believe she didn’t think her gift was enough.
As I told her, any chance I get to see her dance is magic, like the very first time all over again. When she said I had never seen her dance, I told her the truth.
I have seen her dance many times. I believe my revelation was the greatest gift I gave her today. The smile on her face after was mine.
It didn’t end there. I have taken Sim out for a drive in her new car. Then allowed her to drive around the property for a bit when we returned.
We then returned to the house, where we had a romantic lunch before spending hours in her new dance studio. I have been playing for her while she dances. I’m not nearly as talented as she is, but I’ve enjoyed her laughter and teasing at my attempt to play for her.
Watching her dance is a gift in itself. This room speaks to her. She has been moving gracefully and happily through it.
The new windows were a perfect touch. Now, as the moonlight spills into the room and bathes her in its light, I’m mesmerized. I play the final notes of the sheet music in front of me and watch as she comes to a graceful pause.
I go to start from the beginning once again, but she stands straight and turns to look at me, shaking her head. “I believe I am done for the night. I didn’t mean to get lost in here.”
“It’s fine. I have been entranced by you. Would you like to go down for dinner?”
“No, I would like to make good on my promise.”
“Which promise is that?”
“To let you fuck me. I would like for you to fuck me against the piano, up against the wall and anywhere else you would like.”
“Is that so, bella?” I ask as I stand and begin to unbutton my shirt.
“Yes, you should have your way with me. You did very good, husband. I am a happy wife.”
“Come here,” I croon.
Suddenly, she leaps into the air. I catch her in my arms and crush her to my chest. She wraps those powerful legs around my waist.
I take her lips in a deep kiss, devouring her like I’ve wanted to do all day. When she spoke those words in the courtyard earlier, I wanted to take her inside and fuck her right then and there. Her uncensored words struck me right in my core.
“Did I tell you how sexy it is to see my name on your chest?” she purrs as she traces the tat on my pec.
“No, you haven’t.”
“I like knowing you are mine and if anyone sees you shirtless, then they know it too. I should get one that says Michael.”
I growl and place her on her feet to spin her to face the piano. However, mid-spin, she turns back to me and sinks to her knees. I look down at her as she pulls her arms from her leotard and pushes the fabric down to her waist, revealing her firm, plump breasts.