Page 68 of Billionaire Undeceived - Devon

Love?

Fuck!I had no idea if Reese felt the same way. We were only officially dating right now.

I knew that she cared about me, but love was completely different.

I was going to have to be a damn good boyfriend to make her fall in love with me or I was going to be completely screwed.

Reese

“Devon Remington,” I said in an exasperated voice the following Saturday as we relaxed in the hot tub after our workout and swim. “If you don’t stop buying me things, I’m going to run out of space to put those things in this house.”

Every single day, he’d brought home more things for me, and every single day, those gifts became a little more outrageous.

Jewelry. Veryexpensivejewelry that he thought a guy should give to his woman.

Expensive cooking items I’d mentioned at one time or another during our relationship.

A whole new wardrobe that had filled the entire second walk-in in his master bedroom because he’d heard me say weeks ago that I hadn’t brought a lot of clothing with me to Crystal Fork. That wardrobe hadn’t left out a single item of clothing, and all of those items were very pricey designer brands. He’d given me the option of returning any of the things I didn’t like for something else, but surprisingly, everything he’d chosen was something I would have bought myself if I was the type of woman who spent that much on clothing.

I’d gotten electronics.

He’d purchased every scent available of the fragrance mists that I loved, and they hada lotof scents.

Last night, he’d brought home a mountain bike because I’d mentioned that trying the sport with Hannah might be fun.

A few moments ago, he’d asked me what my dream car was, but I’d put a stop to that purchase by telling him I’d have to kill him if he bought me a new vehicle.

His thoughtfulness was overwhelmingly sweet, but it was getting to be absolute lunacy.

Surely no woman expected all of that, not even from a billionaire boyfriend.

I’d tried to put my foot down before, but he’d just kept on giving me more gifts.

Now, enough was enough.

Hehadto stop.

He grinned at me. “Impossible. This is a very large home.”

“Devon,” I said as I shot him a warning look. “You’ve given me a lifetime worth of gifts in a matter of days.”

“You’re worth a hell of a lot more than a few gifts,” he said crankily.

My heart melted.

I loved his thoughtfulness and his generous nature, but the gifts had to stop. It was way too much for any woman to handle. Especially one who didn’t remember getting very many gifts from past boyfriends.

I hadn’t fallen for him because he was a wealthy billionaire.

I had fallen for him because he was an incredible guy.

I moved closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t need gifts. I already have what I want. I have you.”

His arms wrapped around my waist tightly and possessively.

“That doesn’t sound like a great deal to me,” he said drily. “I think gifts are definitely necessary.”

Most of the time, Devon didn’t seem to recognize just how important he was in my life, or how much he’d already done for me just by being supportive.

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