Page 95 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

I handed it to him along with the lighter, and he wasted no time lighting it up and pulling on it until it became lit. “Don’t pop your eye out, Wonder.”

“Trying not to.”

By the time I popped the champagne and ate a few fries, I slowly took my robe off. Maverick’s full attention was on me. “Your body is fucking beautiful, baby.”

“Really?” I smiled.

“Yeah, come in here.”

He held my hand while I climbed in and sank down below the bubbles. “Even though the jet had problems, this is nice, right?”

“Better with you, Stevie.”

“Do you mean that?”

He flicked bubbles at me. “You know I do… why you so far?”

I watched as he blew smoke, looking so damn handsome. He held his arms open, as he pulled me onto him, and I kissed his face. “Can I try?”

He held the cigar as I took a large pull, damn near choking up a lung. Maverick had to put the cigar out because I was choking so bad. “Damn, Wonder, I said try it… not choke the shit down,” he said in between pats on my back while I felt like I was about to lose my lung.

It was sad to be able to go to Paris and then lose your lung all at the same time. “I’m…I’m alright.”

I accepted the champagne and choked it down to help with the burning sensation in my chest. “I was trying to be sexy.”

“Yeah, and almost fucking died.” He started laughing as he looked at the view that was in front of us. “Don’t even care about that view.”

“No?”

“’Cause I got this one.”

My cheeks were about to burn off with how hard I was blushing. Rubbing his face, I stared into his eyes. My favorite thing about him was his lashes. Every time he looked down, his eyes looked as if they were closed.

He held my waist, with one hand on my ass, as I rubbed his beard. “You’re beautiful, Maverick.”

“Oh yeah?”

I kissed every part of his face. “Yes. I know there are some things that you have gone through that makes you feel less than that, but to me you are beautiful. Every flaw, quirk, and part of you is beautiful to me.”

He took me in, as he held me tighter. “Where did you come from, Stevie?”

I smiled. “It started with me being in the Bahamas.”

We both started laughing. “I’m trying to come to terms that I have you, and I deserve you. That’s not a you problem, it’s a me problem.”

“Want to know what I think?”

“Always want to know what you think.” He kissed my neck, as I messed with his chain, while the flashing lights from the tower reflected off the glass, and his face.

“Since my mother passed away, I always asked for a sign from her. I felt like I could never get a sign from her, anything telling me that I was on the right path and doing it right.”

He removed my hair from my face. “Doing what right?”

“Life. I want to say that I think you were the sign, Maverick. I mean, she could have been less dramatic, but I guess she had to make a grand gesture since she had been ignoring me.”

“I never asked my parents for a sign… never felt like I needed one. If your moms made our paths cross, then I wish I could thank her in person.”

I snorted. “This is going to sound dark as shit, please don’t judge me.”

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