Page 136 of Why Cruise

He looked up and prowled towards me, and backed me into a wall with a hand around my neck. “I don’t give a fuck about that. I will happily spend your, our, money. But this?” He held the card up in front of my face.

I took the card and squinted at it, not getting it until my eyes settled on his name. Fuck.

“I’m sorry. My assistant ordered the cards. I didn’t specify. I’ll have him order new ones.”

He took my other hand and put it between his legs on his hard cock.

“Ren Twill? Wearing your name might be the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me, Alpha.”

I growled, stroking him as he claimed my mouth with his tongue. Hearing him call me that scrambled my brains maybe worse than Theo’s “Sir”.

He finished the kiss by biting my bottom lip. “Although, in my fantasies, it always sort of went the other way.”

“What way?” I said between pants.

“Justice Delano. Thank fuck I love topping from the bottom.”

“Are you two going to have sex, or are we going shopping?”

Ren growled, patted my cheek, and let me go. He put the card in his wallet.

I picked up my keys from the table and cursed. “I’ll have to order a car. Wait. We’ll have to buy a car. Maybe two.”

“You don’t have a car.”

“I have a sports car. Two seats.” I held up two fingers and then tossed the keys to Ren. “We need something bigger, safer. I’ll get you all keys.”

“Me too?” Mackenzie asked.

“If you get a license. Oh, and Glenn is having phones dropped off this evening.” I took out my phone and texted my car service.

“Glenn the Butler?”

“Glenn, the executive assistant.” I answered absently. I had my head down in my phone. “If you want a butler, we can hire one. They are usually called chiefs of staff or house managers.”

“Wait, we can have our own Todd?”

“Sure, I have a private chef and housekeeping staff, too.” I picked my head up, clueing into the conversation. “Wait. We need to establish a rule.”

“Number three?” Theo said under his breath and blushed.

“No one is buying panties for the omegas but us.” I put my phone back in my pocket and nodded to the door.

“Personal chef?” Theo asked.

I put my hand on the doorknob and paused. “I, we, have a stupid amount of money. I grew up broke, so I understand it’s a mental adjustment. But I am not spending my time mopping floors, because I don’t enjoy it. I don’t expect any of you to do anything in this pack that you don’t enjoy. Theo, I get that you’re a foodie, but I don’t expect you to make all of my meals. Cook because it makes you happy, not because I have to eat.”

“Good, because you have no food in this house.” He grinned.

“Oh! Can we get Chinese on the way home?” Mackenzie asked.

“I made reservations at Paramour. I thought we’d go to Sanctum for drinks after.”

“Sanctum? You just don’t go to Sanctum. You have to be invited.”

“Justice probably has his own table.” Ren grinned at Mackenzie.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

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