Page 149 of Rhet

“Every time I have a plan when coming to you, something messes it up.” He throws his seat back.

“I’m sorry,” I reply.

“No, you aren’t. I had this whole thing planned in my head. With flowers and music.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, there were going to be violins and birds with hearts and shit.”

I lean over and place my head on his chest “I hate the violin; I like the cello more. Birds freak me out, with their beaks and eyes… eww. I’m not into hearts.”

“So that would have failed too?”

I shrug. “Just knowing you love me is enough but say it again for me to hear please,”

He raises up slowly and pulls me into his chest. “I love you, Zeeta through hell or high water.”

“I love you too.” I slide my hand up to his neck and pull him down for an unforgettable kiss.

ZEETA

Blissful that’s how my relationship with Rhet has been. Shockingly, he’s a ten out of ten boyfriend. He loves to cuddle; he cusses at the TV when things aren’t going his way. He leaves his huge home to sleep in my bed.

Mine, Rhet Banner is mine and I’m so happy. I know, yes, I have a lot to fix before he finds out, but I will fix it soon.

I pour two glasses of wine as I hear my front door open.

“Babe, strawberries we delivered as you requested,” he shouts as he saunters into the kitchen.

“You could have had a staff member get it.” I take a fork out of the drawer to fluff the couscous.

“What are you cooking?” He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck.

“Roast chicken, roasted veggies, couscous, beef gravy, and a salad.” I turn my head to kiss him.

“What are the strawberries for then?” He lets me go and walks to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water.

“Strawberries and chocolate for dessert.” I smile at him.

“I don’t like chocolate that much,” he says.

“I will be feeding it to you, and if it drops on you, I will lick it off but if it drops on me, well, you can lick it off.”

I pick up the pot of melted chocolate and show him. He puts his water down and takes a spoon out. Taking the spoon, he dips it into the sauce.

“Taste it, I added orange to it.” I hope he likes it.

He nods and takes the spoon of chocolate and drizzles it onto my neck. I know exactly where this is going and I’m not going to object to it.

He spreads his hot tongue flat on my neck and growls right in my ear.

“You have any more chocolate?”

“I do.”

“Good,” he takes the pot of chocolate and another spoon. “Follow me.”

I move behind him as he enters the bedroom area. I sit on the bed not knowing what to expect.

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