Page 159 of Billion Dollar Mistake

“Let's get in the car and I can give you the surprise.”

I sigh.

He chuckles. “I promise to relieve you when we get there.”

“But other—”

“We’re alone there,” he cuts me off.

“Oh.”

“Get in the car, baby, before I show you how much I’m yours and no one else’s.”

He pulls back and I feel unsteady on my feet from the air without him in it. He holds the car door open for me and I climb in. He slides in beside me.

“How far away is it?”

“Ten minutes. Close to home.”

“Home?”

“Yeah, the one we share. The one I gave you a key for.”

“Not to borrow? I thought I’d go back to the girls?”

His lips twitch. “There's no fucking chance your living with anyone other than me. If you’re my girlfriend, you live with me where I can treat you like one.”

“I love living with you. But I wouldn’t mind a dog.”

“A dog?”

“Yeah, I want a golden lab or a golden retriever.”

Yeah, I picture my man cuddling one of those and I swear if we weren’t busy right now, I’d beg him to find one to buy now.

Kids and marriage aren’t on our agenda just yet—but it might be fun to start out with a fur baby. I want to fill the house with a cat and dog and anything else he’ll let me have.

I haven't had a pet since I was a little girl. The last one passed from old age. I’m so ready for a new dog.

“Let me think about it. And research what kind of dogs they are.”

I smile and settle into the cool leather seats, thinking about him holding a puppy and welcoming the coolness on my overheated body. His hand grabs mine and he entwines our fingers together.

Ten minutes later, we arrive at a building that looks no different to any other luxurious one here.

We get out of the car, and I follow him to a door.

He hands me the key. “Open the door,” he instructs.

I don’t bother arguing, I just take the key and open it. Inside, I can hardly believe my eyes. It’s a fully-equipped gym. Red rose petals all across the floor. Bunches of red roses along the sides.

I hold back tears. As I walk in farther, I gasp at the boxing setup. My fingers touch my wobbly lips.

What the hell? He did this for me…

“This is yours, baby.”

“No one else's?”

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