Page 17 of Give It a Day
He sits beside me, his arm slung over the back of the chair, and his hand resting on my shoulder. He must’ve noticed me wince, since his gaze goes down to my lap. A smirk plays at his lips, probably fromrealizing the reason why I’m sore.Dick.
I ironically play the part of his doting new wife just to try irritating him. “How dashing it is to see you smirk,husband.”
He chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine, and the heat in them burns more with each passing second. “Many women would be groveling at my feet for more. But not you, you’re still full of fight.”
“I’d milk you dry and have you beggingmeto keep going if I had my way with you.” I scowl at him. “Don’t test me.”
His entire body tenses at my bold words, and he leans in closer. “Is that a challenge,wife?” His hand slides from my shoulder down to my back, pulling me slightly toward him. “Because I’d love to see you try.”
“We’ll have to try it out during our honeymoon,husband.” I smile slyly.
He returns my smile, his eyes shine with a hint of competitive edge. “Our honeymoon suite is booked for those promised two weeks. I suppose we’ll find out who’s really in charge in the bedroom during that time.”
I smile at that, since it truly sounds like a fun way to spend my upcoming vacation. “But first, we’re going to be the gracious hosts to our wedding reception, where I’ll be by your side, clinging onto your arm, and making sure everyone knows I’msohappy to be yours.” I glare at him.
He adjusts his cuff, smirking at my glare. “Know that every smile and pleasant word you force tonight gets rewarded with”—his voice drops even lower—“a thorough punishment in bed later.”
“Expect it to be returned in-kind, pretty boy.” I stand, putting a finger under his strong jaw.
He captures my finger in his gripping hand. “You’re going to make sure to laugh at all my jokes tonight, aren’t you?”
“Like a good girl.”
“And you’ll smile and wave prettily when I introduce you to ourguests?”
“Every single one,” I agree, enjoying this little game we’re playing.
“Good,” he murmurs, one hand trailing down my arm. “I do love seeing you dance on that edge between sweet and venomous.” He leans in close to my ear. “And later tonight, I’m going to enjoy making you submit to me again.”
“Promises, promises.” I wag my finger at him as I stand up and walk away. “Now, where can a girl get a nice, warm bath around here?”
Silently, the butler from earlier shows up and leads me up the stairs. I look over my shoulder to see Damon staring, just watching. He’d be a total creep if he wasn’t so hot and handsome.
It’s hard, but I turn away, looking ahead instead. Following the butler, I find myself walking up a grand staircase and then through a maze of halls.Wonderful, a mouse maze for a house.
The walls are decorated with what I imagine is black market paintings of real masterpieces. Not that I know much about art, but everything about this place screams money, power, andlook how much better I am than you.
Eventually, the butler brings me to a bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, where he hangs a few things on the hooks on the wall. One of them’s another garment bag with the small window showing a muted pink color. There’s also a fluffy robe for me. Ooh, looks so comfy! Then he takes out towels from a cabinet, and bows to me before he leaves me here in this over-the-top bathroom. I didn’t know if I should bow back, so I just frown guiltily at the closed door.
I turn around, looking forward to finally some time to myself. It’s beenquitea day.
My frown stays. The bathroom is so over-the-top that it could double as the set of a k-drama, where a brooding billionaire stares at his reflection while pondering his tragic backstory. Which, honestly, fits Damon a little too well.
The floors are a black marble, polished to the point where when I look down, I can see myself in the shiny, dark reflection.
I look up. The unnecessarily wide and heated sink counter has a gold faucet, because, of course, why not, right?
It’s a bathroom, but it’s almost as big as the bedroom it’s attached to. And there’s a centerpiece in here—because of course there’s a centerpiece—which is a freestanding bathtub that looks like it belongs in a museum.
On top of that, a chandelier. Why would someone need achandelierwhile bathing?
Rolling my eyes—because, of course, I am nowmarriedto the ridiculous man who owns this equally ridiculous place—I finally take my wedding dress off, nearly ripping it. Okay, purposely ripping it. I need an outlet, damn it.
And I sure as hell ain’t keeping my wedding dress as a keepsake to look back to. No fucking thank you.
With a turn of the tub’s handle, steam instantly fills the bathroom.
I step in. The water is wonderfully warm around me as I sink deeper into the oversized tub.
