Page 40 of The Boss's Possession

There were a few setbacks at the shop. Some of the orders got lost during their journey to the shop, and Willow had to chase them down. There were a few wrong orders sent, which was very rare. However, she never announced online or locally the exact date she was going to open until she was one hundred percent certain.

Her grandmother always told her not to be too excited, to learn to take her time and only make decisions when she absolutely had to. Her impatience nearly got the better of her, but she forced herself to remain focused on the goal, and that was to have an amazing shop to open.

So, on the correct day, her baby had decided to constantly kick her stomach, which made her wonder if she was having a boy, but then she had to wonder if it was a girl, who also liked to kick to get her own way. Either way, she didn’t allow it to stop her from working. Opening the shop on a Saturday at nine o’clock, she had been so nervous.

The online store had also been launched, and she was nervous about the time they had spent away. She remembered that day she had to email all her customers to explain what had happened, and why she had to issue a full refund with an apology. Each time she wrote it, she felt like a failure.

Willow pulled out of her thoughts as Carson slid his hands onto her shoulders. “You’re thinking too much,” he said.

“I’m nervous. I remember when my grandmother first opened her shop. Grandpa was there, and she was so worried she’d made a mistake. This had been an investment from their retirement fund, and I knew they had no choice but to make it work.” Willow felt tears spring to her eyes. “Wow, I feel so scared right now.”

He pulled her against him. “Don’t feel scared. You ran a successful shop. Nothing is going to change.”

“The location has changed.”

“But the people haven’t, and that is all you need to remember. You haven’t changed, nor has anyone else.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “I also happened to check your social media accounts. There were a lot of people happy to hear that you were opening again. Just be patient, wait, they will arrive.”

Willow wanted to sink against him and to believe him, she really, really did, but that was hard to do when the store had been open ten minutes and still no one had turned up.

She felt a little sick. Carson kissed her neck and she closed her eyes. What would she do if she couldn’t do this like her grandmother?

“Here we go,” Miley said.

Willow opened her eyes, and much to her surprise, she saw two women entering.

“Well, well, well, this is a sight,” one of the women said, rubbing her hands together.

Willow recognized her as a regular customer from her grandmother’s place.

Two customers were a start, and while she and Miley helped them to locate the fabrics they were looking for, more people arrived. Carson had told Peter he was to help with the cutting of fabrics.

By lunchtime, their opening had been a huge success. Willow didn’t know if it was because of her husband as he’d removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and had started to cut the necessary lengths of fabric the women had wanted.

Willow knew he’d taken care of the problem. The person who had set fire to her grandmother’s place was no longer living. She didn’t know how she knew this exactly, just that she did. Willow thought it would bother her, but she had come to accept Carson for who he was. She understood the frightened glances from people and had even seen them take a wide berth to get away from him—none of that mattered to her.

“When you find someone you love, you learn to love them for all of their quirks. There is no turning back from love, sweetheart.”

Her grandmother always had words of wisdom to share.

“Look, Willow, if you don’t love someone straightaway, that’s fine, because let’s face it, if they’re great in bed, nothing else matters.”

Willow couldn’t help but smile at that one. She had been so mortified. That had been the first day she had met Carson. Throughout the day, she felt herself drawn to him.

Not once did he give those women the smile that she had come to know and love. He didn’t glance down their bodies, with the knowledge he’d be balls-deep inside them later. No, those knowing smiles, those intense looks were all for her. It was hard for her to miss.

By the end of the day, she was tired and her feet hurt. She let Miley and Peter go, knowing that Carson would always have other men watching the shop. He had told her he’d be able to see her all the time with the security system he had built in. Carson had also admitted that whenever he wanted, in the old shop, he could see her as well. There were also three men, paid to simply watch the shop in different locations. Again, she didn’t mind. This was what Carson wanted.

Sliding the locks into place, Willow spun around and looked at her husband.

“Well, are you still nervous?” he asked. His gaze went from her eyes, down, lingering on her tits, then on her round stomach, going toward her pussy, then down to her feet and back up again.

“What are you thinking?” she asked.

“Why?”

“Because, I’ve never seen you look at another woman like that before. I know you only look at me like that, and I have to wonder what’s going through your head as you’re looking at me.” She tilted her head to the side.

He chuckled. “I’m thinking about you naked, knowing I’m going to strip you naked, spread those perfect thighs open, touch that sweet clit, and have you come in my mouth, and then, I’m going to come inside your cunt.” He took a step toward her then another, then another, until he was close to her. “Your very fertile cunt, which is all mine.” He pressed his nose against her neck. “And I have to say, Willow, I want to fuck you so damn badly right now.”

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