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Yet for all its lavishness and grand architecture, it still lacks the homely feel. The one that blossoms into your chest when you enter. The feeling of belonging.

“You have a beautiful place, Dash,” I compliment, turning to him.

He stands, leaning against the island in the open kitchen with his arms crossed. His lips tilt to the side in amusement and he says, “You hate the place, kitten. I can read you like a book.”

I glance away sheepishly and he chuckles.

“I’m not offended. Money can buy everything, but not a family.” His tone is dry and emotionless. “My home is proof of that.”

Crossing the distance, I rest my hands on his broad shoulders while his circle around my waist. “You have me.”

As my words linger between us, his gaze softens and I feel his heartbeat race against my chest. He looks at me like I gave him the world while the sharp angles of his handsome face almost become boyish. Without wasting a second, he lifts me into his arms and carries me toward another hallway.

Ripping the front of my summer dress, he grunts, “I’m going to fuck you on every surface of this place until it’s your scent I’m breathing in, in every room I walk into.”

Chapter Fifty-eight

BIANCA

There’s an ache in my pussy when I wake up the next morning.

Thankfully, being clouded by Dash and surrendering under his dirty words, filthy demands, and rough touch chased away all my bad thoughts. I was almost disappointed when I found his side of the bed empty. That disappointment all but disappears when I notice that he had left a note on the bedside table saying he needed to leave early to oversee the preparation for tonight’s gala.

Except, he sneakily hadn’t mentioned that there was a surprise waiting for me just after breakfast. It arrived in a flourish with a zealous and vivacious bunch of three women, who were sent to spoil, pamper, and dress me for the function.

I was treated like the queen of the castle the whole day.

I’m so busy gawking at my reflection in the full-length mirror, that I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. My long curly hair, which no amount of spray could tame, is straight and flowing down my naked spine. The evening gown I’m wearing is a light purple, sheer corset dress. The intricate lace and silk hug my curves like a second skin, while the bottom flares into an A-line skirt with a high slit.

It took the three of them to get me into it without tearing it with one hard pull. But so, so worth it. I can’t wait for Dash’s reaction when he sees the deep V of the neckline. My breasts, held by two thin straps.

“That dress is perfect for the belle of the ball,” sighs one of the girls, Ria, dreamily.

“You belong on a red carpet, sweetie,” says Pia.

Mia, who is fussing with my hair, also chimes in, “Man, I wish you were a lesbian.”

Yep. They all have rhyming names. The comical expression on my face had them chortling. I grin at Mia’s remark, who flirted with me nonstop, because her comments were kinda flattering. She’s such a cutie and if I had a friend who was into girls, I would totally set them up.

“Stop, you guys. It’s all because of your magic hands,” I say genuinely.

“Just imagine what else I can do with those hands,” winks Mia while wiggling her fingers.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Your loss, honey.”

“Not denying it.”

“Your husband is one lucky man.”

“Tonight, he will be.” I smirk and they howl in laughter. “Thank you, guys. This was the best day ever. I wish you all lived in my city. My friends would’ve loved you.”

“We do travel for clients, actually.”

“Really? My best friend is getting married soon. Would you be interested?”

“Hell yeah!”

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