Page 122 of Merciless Obsession
“I did good, huh?” I bragged as I began to clean up.
Ziora shot me an impassive look over her shoulder then turned back to the mirror. Once satisfied, Ziora faced me. “You know we still need to talk about that room, right? Last night…”
“You jumped on me like a dog in heat after seeing it.” I cheesed.
Her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat. I raked my eyes over her naked frame then lifted my attention back to her face.
“Yes, well, I was caught off guard and got caught up in the moment, but seriously Ezra, that room.”
Turning the wax off, I stepped across the room until I was in front of her. “What about it?” I gazed down into her eyes.
“When did you start it?”
“When I first started watching you.” I stroked my chin. “Going on three months now.” I smiled crookedly.
She swallowed hard. “Three months ago?” Her voice was quiet and brewing with caution.
“What can I say? I saw something I liked and created a collection for me to enjoy. Just think of it like people do stamps or postcards. I chose my masterpiece.” Lifting my hand, I pulled one of her curls.
Her eyes darted around my face. “I assume you have no plans of stopping either.”
“I mean… do you really want me to?” My head cocked to the side.
She shifted her eyes to the side then cleared her throat again. “So tomorrow is your birthday, are you excited?”
I chuckled. Ziora didn’t want to admit she enjoyed how much attention I showed her and I would let it slide. By the way her body responded, I knew she loved it.
“Sure.” I shrugged. “Turning twenty-seven isn’t a major milestone, but I plan to make the best of it. Did you get me a gift?” I licked my lips and dropped my eyes to her chest.
Ziora’s skin heated and she stepped back. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
A stilted laugh fell from my mouth. “I’m looking forward to it then.”
Tonight I was bringing in my birthday at The District with my brothers. The four of us always celebrated our birthdays together at some point of the day. This year I was choosing to bring mine in with them.
“I need to get dressed.” She raked her fingers through her hair and looked over her shoulder. “I still can’t believe you bought me a wardrobe here.”
Lifting my hand, I traced her jawline with my fingers lightly. “Last night you agreed to be my wife. Soon my closet will be your closet.” She whipped her head toward me with a tight expression on her face. Her mouth opened but closed just as quickly and sheshook her head. “Never mind,” she muttered and turned on her heels, heading into my walk-in closet.
Satisfied that she was getting with the program I turned and walked back to my phone.
Nazai
What the hell do you need an engagement ring made for, Ezra?
Lucas
If I had to guess it was because he was about to propose.
Nazai
No shit, Einstein. Ez, what the fuck do you have planned?
Laughing, I tapped the screen to respond.
Just what Lucas said. I’m marrying Ziora and need a ring.
I lifted my head just in time to see her walking out of the closet. She wore a pair of low cut jeans that hugged her curvy waist as if they were painted on.
