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“Liar, you just want to touch my ass,” she teases. I smirk and smack her ass.

“Yep.” I lotion myself and watch her head back to the bedroom, to our suitcases that are still unpacked. She takes out an oversized T-shirt and puts it on. I notice it’s my brother’s shirt, and I have an urge to rip the shirt off her body. I watch her put on underwear, then a pair of shorts.

I put my shorts on and take out two T-shirts from my bag. I put one on and hand the other to her. She looks at me, clueless.

“Take that off and put this on,” I say to her in a succinct tone.

“What? Why? Is it torn?” She starts to look around the shirt for possible holes. She can’t be that clueless, but clearly, she is.

“I don’t want another man’s shirt on you.” There, I said it out loud. She smiles.

“This is Osei’s shirt. I like the softness and the fact that it’s oversized.”

“Last I checked, my brother is a man.” She gasps as comprehension sets in.

“Okay.” She takes it off and takes mine from me, putting it on. We hear a knock, and I go to answer the door. Our breakfast is brought in. I tip the guy, and he leaves.

She comes out quietly, avoiding eye contact with me. We sit down to eat. I notice she doesn’t touch the bacon and sausage—only the pancakes and eggs.

“No sausage?” She shakes her head. I forgot she doesn’t eat pork.

“Look at me, Dele.” She raises her head to look my way.

“I don’t like you wearing his shirt or that of any man.”

“It’s just a shirt,” she mumbles.

“It’s his shirt. It has his smell all over it, and that smell is all over you.” She stares at me, wide-eyed. I maintain the stare and don’t blink. “I’ll buy you the exact same shirt and size, but you are not wearing that shirt or any other shirt that belongs to him.”

“Okay,” she agrees and starts to eat. Good, because there’s no way I was going to back down on her wearing his shirt. We finish eating and push the tray out into the hallway.

“Do you want to go out?

“No, I’m tired. I think I overworked my ass the last few weeks with school and work. Can we go out later or tomorrow?”

I agree; she overworked herself. “We can go out whenever you are ready.” I’m completely happy if she wants to stay in. I open the slides to let the breeze in, then take a seat on the sofa and pat the space next to me. She smiles and takes the spot, curling up to me. I kiss her forehead. I pick up the remote and turn the TV on.

“Any requests?”

“Action movie.”

“Do you have any in particular?”

“Can we watch all theBad Boysmovies?”

“Bad Boys it is.” I find the movie and play it. I wrap my arm around her and find myself in complete contentment just having her next to me. My phone rings, and I see it's Lily, my fucking ex. I honestly wish we didn’t work together; unfortunately, we have business ties. I rejected the call and put the phone on silent right away.

“We can pause the movie if you need to take the call.” Dele says.

“No, it’s not important,” I tell her, but I know Lily won’t stop calling, which is really where the problem lies. I’ve avoided taking her calls in the last week since I got married. She’s probably wondering how that happened. Dele stirs next to me, and I toss thoughts of Lily aside. I’ll deal with her later; right now, my attention is on someone much more important. My wife.

Chapter 23

DELE

“Are you up for a dinner date night with me?” he asks. I smile.

“Yes, are we dressing up for this date?” I keenly ask. He nods. “Yes! I have a dress I’ve been dying to wear.” I’m already rising. “What time are we going out?” I ask.

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