Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Do you not have his credit card?”
“Yes, but I don’t feel right using it.”
“Please. That man has more money than sense. Use it. It’s not for you, it’s for his daughter.”
Then she proceeds to grab so many clothes and baby things, that when I walk up to the counter and see the final price, I almost have a heart attack. I’ve never spent that much ever. It hurts my soul. She pries the card from my fingers and pays, because I can’t, then basically skips out of the store.
“Now, let’s get you a dress.”
I try to tell her no, but she has the card. And let’s be honest, she’s his family.
I’m sure she knows him better than I do.
Keir walks in as I lay Wren down to sleep. I haven’t seen him all afternoon because when I got back, he was gone. His knuckles are still red and raw, and he looks exhausted.
He offers me a tired smile. “Piper mentioned she’s taking you out.”
“I told her I had Wren,” I say, looking to the crib.
“You know she’s safe with me.” He steps closer and gazes down at her. “She’s asleep. So what do you plan to wear?” he asks, looking to the bags of clothes piled on the bed. They’re mine, most are for Wren.
Dillan hated me going out, yet here Keir is, asking me what I’m wearing.
Oh, how things have changed. How I have changed.
“I didn’t spend it, Piper did.” I bite my lip waiting for Keir to go crazy over the cost.
“It doesn’t matter. I told you to spend up big. I couldn’t care less that you did. I wouldn’t have given you the card otherwise.”
“You really don’t care?” I ask.
Money has always been something you ask for and expect to pay back, not something you are given. Yet here Keir is freely giving it to me.
“It’s mine, which makes it both of yours.” He nods to Wren. “Now, show me what you plan to wear.” He settles on the couch next to all my things, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care.
“Do you plan to watch me change too?” I ask with my hand on my hip.
He simply nods, leaning back and lifting one leg up on his knee as he waits for me to do exactly that.
Well, it’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before. So what’s the difference.
Reaching for the bag with the black dress, I lift it out, then pull off my shirt followed by sliding my skirt down my legs. I turn back to see him watching me eagerly. He bites his lip and I turn back to face him, now only in a bra and panties.
I grab the other dress and hold it up for him.
“Black or green?” I wait for him to decide.
His eyes flick to each before they land on my face. “Black.”
I drop the green dress and slip on the black one, then turn around. Before I can say anything, his hands are on my back and he’s zipping up my dress with his breath near my ear. “I could bend you over and fuck you right here, right now.” His hand snakes around to my breast and he grips it hard, making me gasp. “But I think I’ll make you wait, so you know the pain you’ve put me through waiting for you.” His hand drops, and he’s right, I want him. And if he moved to touch me more, I wouldn’t have said no.
“Piper is waiting for me.” I bend down, slipping on my heels. “You’ll look after Wren?” I ask him once more to be certain.
Keir steps back to me. Kisses my lips ever so softly, leaving them tingly when he pulls away. “With my life.” I manage to nod at his words as the door to the bedroom is pulled open and Piper is standing there in a green mini dress with glittery gold heels on her feet.
Keir makes a move to leave the room and Piper just smiles at him as he passes her.
When he’s gone, she whistles as she takes me in. “Girl, you look hot. Tell me, did you have a quickie in here?” She looks around, then back to me.
“Piper, stop with the questions,” Keir says, appearing behind her. “Wear these.” He passes me a box, and I know what it is straight away.
“Where are mine?” Piper whines.
“For your collection,” he says.
I gasp when I open the box because they are beautiful. Absolutely amazing.
When I was a little girl, they were the first thing I noticed—their shoes. And to this day, my taste in shoes is expensive. It’s why I used to rent them. But Keir, he understands my love language, and that scares me because it means he’s understanding me. And I’m not sure how I feel about that, or the fact that he’s buying them for me. They are beautiful, but do they come with expectations?