Page 51 of Broken Deal

“Do we have a deal or not?”

I nod without a reply, entertaining yet another stupid deal. There’s no way he’s going to figure out my size just by looking at me.

You forget he also felt all of you last night.

I wasjustforgetting about that. But thanks for the reminder *thumbs up*.

He starts looking around the boutique until he finds a light-blue dress with spaghetti straps and a ruffle hem then walks to the dressing rooms and opens the curtain, hanging the dress inside. Refusing to meet his unrelenting gaze, I walk inside the dressing room, close the curtain, and quickly start taking my clothes off to try on the stupid dress.

The dress hugs my waist and breasts perfectly, and the length is right, too, about two inches above the knee. It’s flowy and perfect for the hot weather.

With slumped shoulders, I open the curtain and glare at him without saying anything.

His whiskey-colored eyes darken as they hungrily take me in. Our eyes lock, and he licks his bottom lip then bites it gently. The move is so incredibly hot, it creates a pool between my legs. The urge to straddle his lap and bite his lip myself is strong.Toostrong.

“We’ll take it in every color,” he says to the boutique owner, not breaking eye contact. He leans back into thecushion, crossing his legs and giving me an amused smile. “Guess you have to be a good girl now, huh?”

I keep making deals with the devil, but the worst part? I keep enjoying every second of it.

I cross my arms. “We do not need it in every color. I’m only going to grab this and another dress. This is already too much.”

“You can grab whatever you want, it won’t make a difference. I already bought the whole store,” he replies casually.

I do a double-take, zeroing my eyes on him. “What do you mean youbought the whole store?”

He frowns. “Is that not self-explanatory?”

“Lorenzo,” I say, exasperated.

“I bought every item in this store since I wasn’t sure what you were going to grab.” His tone is so light, you would think we’re talking about the weather, and not about the fact he droppedthousandsof dollars and bought a whole boutique.

I stand there, gaping at him, dumbfounded. My brain is still trying to catch up and form some sort of response.

He tilts his head, mirth playing in his eyes. “Cat got your tongue? That’s a first. I’ll have to buy stores more often if that’s all it takes.”

“For the love of God, don’t do that ever again,” I blurt. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I wanted to take care of you and make sure you had proper clothing for the remainder of the trip.”

There he goes again with that word. It rolls off his tongue with such ease, like it’s nothing, and yet every time he says it, something in me recoils. I don’t know what to do with the idea of someone looking after me. My skin prickles just thinking about it. I’ve always been the one to handle things, to make sure everyone else is okay. I’ve always been afighter. A fierce protector. It’s a role I take pride in, even when it gets exhausting. But the worst part? Deep down, there’s a tiny, traitorous part of me that actually wants to let him.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. I’m at a loss for words, and the last thing I want to seem is ungrateful, so instead, I whisper, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Thank me by getting that dress in every color, because you look absolutely stunning.” His tone is so sincere, it sends a swarm of butterflies fluttering through my stomach.

1 Beautiful.

Three hours and two shopping bags later, we’re on our way back to the villa to drop everything off and go meet with Diego García to figure out a plan for the restaurant. The only reason it took us this long to get out of the boutique is that Sophia, unsurprisingly, fought me the whole time. She still ended up grabbing only the things she needed, plus a dreamcatcher for her mom, and made arrangements with the owner of the boutique to donate the rest of the clothes to any women’s shelters around the area. The thought was sweet, and perfectly her. That’s Sophia for you—always caring and thinking about everyone.

She kept on the blue dress I picked out for her, and it’s currently doing wonders for my ego. She’s wearing somethingIchose. Sure, I’d prefer her in something of mine—or better yet, nothing at all. Last night, I ended up jerking off hours after everything that transpired, because I couldn’t get the image of her grinding on my cock and moaning my name with that perfect, sweet voice of hers. I had plans,goodplans, to repeat and go further, because I was barely able toget a taste, and I needed more. But she shut down those thoughts this morning, and I’m going to respect her wishes. The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable, even though we both know it wasn’t a mistake. She makes the rules, and I simply follow them. At this point, I would mindlessly follow her to the ends of the world.

My eyes find Sophia, and as she’s looking around, unaware of what she does to me every time we’re close, I take this chance to admire her beauty like a pathetic fool. Her perfectly small, round nose, her long eyelashes, and diamond-shaped jawline. Her naturally soft, pink lips have a perfect cupid’s bow. Even her hair, in a messy bun, is perfect. The woman is so devastatingly beautiful, I wonder if she knows it.

Sophia stays outside to call her mom, and I walk inside the restaurant, trying my best to take deep breaths and not lose my shit at the sight of all the unfinished work.

“Diego, what’s up, man?” I say, shaking his hand and giving him a quick pat on the back.

“Nothing much,” he says, his brown eyes looking around as he scowls. “I fired the crew leader this morning, and I’m personally overseeing this project through completion. I had to bring in some extra help, but…” He sighs, taking his construction hat off and running his hand through his dark, curly hair. “It can be done on time for the grand opening. And we’re almost done with the kitchen, so you may be able to get some training done in a day or two.”

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