Page 161 of Saved By My Buyers

“You make me want to be that for you,” he says. “Yes, I try to be a nice person to everyone, but I’m also really fucking paranoid. You and Dahlia are the only people who get to see this side of me.”

My lips twitch because I was just thinking about how paranoid he is, but he has good reason to be.

The elevator doors open, and we step out together. I notice that Jack’s eyes are always gazing around, checking to make sure we’re safe. I unlock the door to the apartment, and let us in.

“Hello,” I call out, walking into the apartment. Dahlia glances up, tears on her cheek, and I snarl. “What happened?”

“I would tease you, but I feel the same way,” Jack says, closing and locking the door behind us. The flowers get Dahlia’s attention and she graces us with a smile, dashing away tears.

“Those are pretty,” she says with a sniffle, watching as Jack puts the flowers in the living room. “They smell amazing too.”

Now that she says that, they really do. Our home smells the way I want it to at all times. Full of life, flowers and happiness.

“What happened?” Jack asks, walking over to where I’m sitting with Dahlia.

“It’s silly, and a good thing,” she says. “Sullivan mentioned there was an internship over the summer to work with successful songwriters in Detroit. I applied, not imagining I’d get it, but I just got a call from him that I did!”

“You’re incredibly gifted, of course you did,” Jack says warmly. “When did you apply?”

“A month ago,” she says with a wince. “I did it and immediately forgot about it because it terrified me. If I didn’t obsess about waiting for an answer, it wouldn't exist.”

“Solid plan,” I tease her.

“It looks like we have more to celebrate, then. We’re leaving in an hour. Wear something on the risqué side that won’t get us kicked out of a restaurant,” Jack says, smirking.

“Okay,” Dahlia says slowly. “All out for lingerie underneath?”

“Yes, please,” he says, nodding. “I need a shower too.”

“Alone?” I pout, earning me a wicked smile.

“Birthday spankings could be added to the festivities,” Jack growls, which makes Dahlia and I squeal, running for the other room.

I’ll just get my shower in with her instead.

Dahlia

Dinner was delicious, and now Jack is driving us to a house that may be our future home. The street lights illuminate the streets around us, and I’m filled with excitement. I squirm uncomfortably, and it has nothing to do with the panty vibrator I’m currently wearing.

It’s a gift I bought for Bee to control. She's been really enjoying making me squirm.

Fortunately, the toy is off, allowing me to gaze out the window as the streets go by. It’s a nice neighborhood, but I don’t know if we’re getting any closer, since my boyfriend’s being really fucking cagey.

“Getting closer,” Jack teases at that moment, and that’s when Bee decides to turn the toy on. My eyes widen, but she pretends she didn’t do anything.

God, she’s such a fucking brat!

Sitting rigidly, I watch as Jack pulls in front of a home on the river. It’s painted in white with blue shutters and a gray slate roof. Carefully getting out of the car, I find the pressure doesn’t get any better, so I’m swaying back and forth.

Fuck, this sucker is powerful. Swallowing hard, I focus on my surroundings, and find there’s an agent on the sidewalk in front of us.

“Hello Mr. Katz,” the agent says, making me smirk. The way she says it is in the tone of someone who is really hoping this is the house.

Jack has a lot of prerequisites for a property, which makes him a difficult man to please. Stepping up onto the sidewalk, I struggle to walk normally, my coat covering my black corseted dress. Bee slides her fingers through mine, a secret smile playing on her lips. Jack joins us with a nod, glancing at us.

“Hello, Trish,” he says. “Ready to show us the house? I want to see what the girls think.”

Trish nods, slight confusion in her gaze as she glances at our linked fingers. Jack told us that we’d need to make a joint appearance together at an event and make it clear that we’re all together to minimize the continued questioning glances.

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