Page 62 of Sweet Rule
It is easy to see that Law acts differently with me and for me. On his own, Law wouldn’t be pulled into anything he didn’t have a mind to do, but for me? I’d be the reason he gets sucked under by Zeus.
I frown and go into the closet. I need to get dressed. I pause when I get in front of the racks meant for me. Even with the clothes that I’d brought with me from the club, the side of the closet meant for me isn’t even half full. I reach out and run a hand over the soft sleeve of a familiar sweater. It is weird looking at these clothes. I’ve been gone for just over a week but the clothing seems like they belong to someone else. It is an eclectic mix of mainly basic and cheaper items that had served me well in my job as a barista. I’d been on my feet for my work day, working doubles that sometimes meant I needed to get to another borough as fast as possible. I didn’t have time for the pretty or delicate items that I favored.
Those were reserved for my time in the club. When I was free to indulge in the side of me that craved submission and the comfort of boundaries and limits. That meant my clothing was divided into two sections. Work and play. Except that…the clothing I’d bought with Zeus is in a category of its own. Each piece is pricey and specially measured to fit me.
The bags I’d brought from the club are off to the side where Law had placed them for me. He hasn’t opened them, so I do that now. I take my time shaking out the clothes and considering them. In the end, I opt for a camel turtleneck and black slacks. I don’t have any of the fancy shoes Zeus had bought me, which means I’m stuck wearing my black Docs, but that is fine. At least I feel a little more like me with my boots on my feet. When I walk back into the bedroom it is empty, but the bed is made and the door to the living room open. I go looking for Law, but only make it a step past the door when I see him in conversation with another man that I’ve never seen before.
I can hear what Law is saying to the man and it stops me in my tracks. “I want there to be a detail on my wife at all times. I want reports on the half hour.”
The man nods at Law. “Understood.” He glances at me for a second before he looks away again to Law.
“We’ll leave here in ten minutes.” Law tells him and turns to face me when I approach.
“Hey,” I say quietly. I don’t know what to say because ‘my wife’ is still ringing in my ears. My wife. Those two words. I heard Law say them before in the club, but hearing them now seems different. We aren’t in the club where neither of us is in control.
This is our home.
My stomach clenches and something like butterflies springs to life inside of me.Our home.Jesus. I’d thought that before about Law, but this place, the penthouse I’d only ever felt like a guest in no matter how much he asked me to stay or bring my things into, it had never felt like my space.
Now it is, because I know there isn’t a damn way Law is going to let me sleep anywhere else than next to him. In our bed. My cheeks heat and I have to think about something else because I know I’m blushing and in danger of melting into a puddle from thinking about how I have a husband who wants me and a home that’s mine. I wrap my arms around myself and smile at him when he reaches out and touches my cheek.
“You look beautiful.”
“You do too.”
He snorts at me. “I’m anything but beautiful, but if I’m yours I don’t care what you call me.”
The urge to swoon builds and I bite back a smile as I look away. “What’s going on?” I ask him.
“Your security detail for the foreseeable future is ready. We’ll leave in ten minutes, but this is Marco,” he says, nodding at the other man. “He’s going to be in charge of you and your team.”
My eyes shoot up. “My team?” My voice squeaks on team because how the fuck do I have a team? Last month I was making coffee for finance bros and using an app to book gigs because I was too scared of commitment to accept a permanent job anywhere, but now?
Now I have a husband, I have more zeros in my bank account than letters in my damn name and I have a security detail? A whole team? It feels surreal. How is this my life?
Law nods and Marco gives me a friendly enough smile. He’s looking at me now that Law’s introduced us. “Hello, Mrs. Sokolov. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I want you to know my people and I are going to look after you. Your safety is of the highest priority and we will take care of everything.” Marco seems genuine. He’s definitely talking like he means it and I give him a smile despite the fact I haven’t mentally processed the fact that I have a team in charge of my security like I’m someone important. Law catches my hand and I jump because I feel like he knows what I just thought.
My pussy twinges just thinking about how he made me say I deserved him. As much as I like going under Law’s hand, I don’t think I can manage it again so soon, so I say, “Thank you, Marco. It’s a pleasure.”
Law nods in approval. “We’ll be down with you in a minute, Marco. Taylor has the details for today’s route.”
“Of course, sir.” Marco inclines his head to us both. “Ma’am,” he says and I can’t help but laugh. I smother the sound beneath a hand when Law gives me a curious look.
“What’s so funny?” he asks me.
“He called me ma’am.” Law looks just as confused as he did a second before so I add, “I’m not a ma’am. I’ve never been called ma’am in my entire life. I work for ma’am’s.”
“Not anymore you don’t.”
I stop giggling when he says that and consider his words. “Holy shit. You mean I’m not…working anymore?” I don’t know what a world without me waking up and dragging my ass into a random coffee shop before the city is awake even looks like. Law had given me more money than I needed recently for my safety, but I guess I assumed I would go back to working eventually.
“My wife doesn’t serve others,” is all Law says, which makes me roll my eyes.
“There’s no shame in it.”
“I know there isn’t, but you’ve done enough of it.”
I cross my arms and frown. “What the hell am I supposed to do with my days? Just sit around here?” I wave a hand at the penthouse. “I can’t be cooped up in our house all day like I’m in jail.”
