Page 9 of Her Jealous Valentine

And I can’t get enough of my little thing.

“Relax. Deep breaths. You’re gonna do great.” My turn to pat him on the shoulder. It isn’t much, but hopefully, it bolsters his spirits enough to settle his nerves.

Vance nods and steps through the door. I smash out my response to Olivia before I follow.

Me:How you can’t wait for our next night out?

We’ve barely greetedthe receptionist when my phone buzzes again.

Olivia:No, you silly. Your tongue inside me.

I knewI should’ve ignored my phone until this was over. But there isn’t a moment of reprieve before another comes through.

Olivia:And how much better your long, thick cock is going to feel.

“Christ,”I mutter without realizing the word left my lips.

“What was that?” Vance turns to me, his face scrunching in confusion.

“Nothing.” I pocket my phone again, immediately feeling another vibration against my thigh. No more distractions, not yet. “Let’s do this.”

An hour and a half later, we emerge from the building. Vance releases a heavy sigh of relief, and the sickly green nervousness he wore on entry into the building is replaced by red-faced excitement.

“Goddamn, what a rush,” Vance says as we get back to our cars. “I think we just secured a billion-dollar business like it was nothing.”

Of course, we did. These meetings are merely a show of good faith at this point. But I suppose I can understand Vance’s nerves. It’s the biggest conquest we’ve taken on without Mother at the helm of our company.

“You did great in there.”

“We need to go out and celebrate,” he says, getting into his car.

I fully plan on celebrating this monumental achievement, but it won’t be in a seedy bar, getting drunk with my brother. As much as it will disappoint him, I’d rather bask in the glow of this success with the future mother of my children.

“Not tonight.” I can hear his heart shatter with disappointment. “Let’s finalize this thing, then we’ll do it properly.”

“Don’t wanna count your chickens?” he asks glumly. “I get it.”

We say our goodbyes, and I head back to my car.

Taking some time to scan the texts Olivia left, each one filthier than the last, I make three stops before pulling my car intothe private practice’s parking lot. I hadn’t intended to see her tonight, but she forced my hand.

Me:When can I see you again?

I sendthe message as I get out of my car and collect the items I acquired. With it nearing the end of the day and the parking lot empty apart from four cars—one of which is Dr. Sinclair’s—there shouldn’t be any hurdles in my way from sweeping Olivia off her feet.

Olivia:Hmm. We’ll have to see. You know, I’m a busy girl.

She answersas I reach the door.

Me:Too bad.

I enter immediatelyafter hitting send.

“What are you doing her—” She can’t even get her question out before she notices the items in my hands.

In one, a box of chocolates with a bushel of red roses hanging precariously in the crook of my elbow, and in the other, a snow-white teddy bear almost as big as Olivia holding a heart.

Tears well in her eyes, and her face glows with pure joy. Seeing her brighten up this intensely over a gesture so small melts my heart into my guts.

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