Page 65 of Following His Orders

“What?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” He looks over at me with a little trepidation in his gaze.

Is he nervous?That’s odd.

Fifteen minutes later, we’re pulling into a driveway of a really big, really nice house in Toorak. “Who lives here?” I ask Nathan.

“Come on.” He evades my question, getting out of the car instead. He’s around my side before I have time to open my door myself. I swear he walks extra quick to beat me to it.

“Thank you,” I say, taking his hand as he pulls me from my seat. I look up at the house, my hand shielding my eyes from the sun. “It’s really pretty,” I say.

“I’m glad you like it. It’s yours,” Nathan tells me with a shrug.

“What?”

“I bought it. For you. For us.”

“You bought a house?”

“Yes. Come on. Let me show you.” He tugs on my hand but my feet stay firmly planted to the ground.

“Nathan, you can’t just go around buying houses like this,” I tell him.

“Pretty sure I can, because I did,” he counters.

“Why?”

“Because you said you wanted a house, you wanted the suburbs. And I want you, so I bought the house for us to live in. For us to grow old in.”

The way he says it like he’s not insane at all is almost comical. I’m in shock. “You bought us a house,” I say out loud, my eyes glued to the property in question.

“I did.”

I blink away the tears from my eyes. I know I just said he was insane, but this gesture is… well, I don’t even have a word for what it is. Perfect. Everything. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

If I could have plucked a house out of a magazine, this would be it. It’s two storeys, with white siding and pale-pink shutters. There’re even flower beds under the windows. It’s like a real-life dollhouse. It’s so perfect.

Then I’m swept off my feet. Literally, my feet leave the ground as Nathan picks me up bridal-style. “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I ask him as he takes large strides towards the front porch.

“I’m carrying you over the threshold.” He smiles down at me.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what you doafteryou get married.”

“Well, I’ll do it again then too.” He shifts my weight into one of his arms, as he digs into his pockets before pulling out the keys.

“Need me to hop down so you can open the door first?” I offer.

“Nope.” He struggles getting the key into the lock. After a few misses, he finally gets the door open. Kicking it wider with his foot, he carries me through the door and puts my feet down on the floor.

I spin around in a circle, a huge smile on my face. “This is yours?” I ask him, still in shock.

“It’sours,” he says. “You are moving in with me here, Bentley,” he adds more firmly.

“I love it.” I squeal and jump into his arms. My lips crashing onto his.

Nathan takes over the kiss. His tongue delves into mine. I hear the front door slam shut and then I’m being picked up and carried over to the stairs. “I’m glad you like it,” he says, breaking the kiss. “Come on, let me give you the tour.”

I follow him from room to room, as I envision us living here, us filling this big house with a little family. I can’t wipe the smile from my face. “It’s perfect. What made you choose this one?” I ask him.

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