Page 91 of Blades of Obsession

“A trip? What trip?”

“A road trip. The reason is a surprise.”

“I don’t need a big surprise like the fashion studio again.”

He glances over at me and smiles, big. “This is so much more than that.”

“More than the fashion studio that you built me at your house that cost six figures?”

“How did you know what it cost to build?”

“I got curious, so I snooped around in the little office that you don’t want anyone to know is an office. And went through the folder for that month’s financials. You know, you organizeyour stuff really well, you would’ve killed it as an executive at a corporate office.”

“You little mouse, sneaking around at night in my stuff.” He squeezes my thigh. “But yes, more than a six-figure fashion studio.”

My mouth hangs open. “Whatever it is, take it back. Six figures was already too much. More than six figures?! Are you crazy?! You must be! You’ve gone mad!”

“Mad for you? Yes. But we’ve already established that, haven’t we? But, this isn’t costing any money. It’s justworthmore than six figures. Besides, no amount of money is too much for your happiness.”

“And how do you know it’ll make me happy?”

“Trust me, it will. I know you.”

“Cocky much?”

“Only because I can back up every single thing I’mcockyabout.”

I roll my eyes as the car comes to a stop in the driveway. He gets out from his side, opens my door, unbuckles my seatbelt, and offers his hand to help me out of the car. But he blocks the way, trapping me in the little space between the door.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “Remember what you said about crazy stuff?”

“Yeah?”

He grins. “Crazy stuff.”

“You’re impossible.” I lean in to kiss his cheek, but he turns his head at the last second and my lips land on his. His hand tangles in my hair, holding me there as he deepens the kiss.

“And you like me for it,” he mumbles against my lips.

“I do.”

I really do.

Chapter 35

BLADE

We step through the doorway of a large, three-story building, navigating through the halls as our footsteps tap against the polished floors.

“What’s the surprise? I’ve been waiting for hours to know!” Amelia exclaims.

“Just a few more steps,” I say, guiding her carefully with my hands covering her eyes. “Trust me, it’s worth the wait.”

We had driven for over six hours, and with each passing mile, she got more and more fidgety. I didn’t tell her any details—despite her attempts to bribe me by feeling me up through my pants—so her curiosity bubbled over the surface just as much as my excitement to finally reveal what I’d been working on.

When we reach the correct room, following the directions the coordinator gave me, I remove my hands from her eyes, letting her take in the scene. The room is bustling—models, designers, and the crew preparing for the show. Her eyes go wide as she turns to me, a smile spreading across her face. My favorite fucking sight to see.

“You got me tickets to a fashion show? Oh my God, Maison de Lumière? That is likethefashion house, world-famous, operated out of Italy. Even just one dress costs thousands!”

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