Page 78 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

She snorted. “I’ve gotten more gifts from you than most women probably get from their significant other in years.”

Okay, so I had updated her cell phone, her laptop, and added some kitchen gadgets that might be useful to her. I’d gifted her a few of the limited edition products from Durand. I’d found out from Tori that the perfume Shelby had been wearing the night of the charity ball had been a tiny sample size bottle because of the price. So yeah, I’d gotten her a few of the largest bottles I could find. But for a guy with my money, theywerelittle things.

Hell, it wasn’t like I’d bought her a new vehicle. She’d nixed that idea immediately because she said she had a perfectly good car with plenty of miles left in it.

She wasn’t spoiled rotten. She’d crushed too many of my gift ideas to be spoiled rotten.

I nodded toward the box. “This one is a little more personal. You can’t refuse a personal gift from the man in your life.”

This relationship was still new. Eventually, she’d get used to the fact that anything I gave her wouldn’t even make a tiny dent in my net worth.

I watched her face as she opened the box.

Her jaw dropped as she eyed the contents.

“Oh, Wyatt,” she said, her tone awed and surprised as she gingerly touched the earrings.

The diamond and emerald drop earrings were small on the gaudiness scale, but large enough that she’d probably think they were an elaborate gift.

They were delicate and classy though, smaller than some of the dangle earrings I’d seen her wear. “The emeralds match yours eyes, and I thought you’d like the leaf motif since we both love the outdoors.”

The leaves of diamonds and emeralds alternated as they dropped, with a larger emerald leaf at the bottom and top.

“They’re breathtaking,” she said as she lifted one from the velvet bed. “I don’t think anyone has ever given me such a thoughtful gift.”

I frowned as tears filled her eyes and the droplets starting rolling down her cheeks.

Since Shelby wasn’t the type of woman who broke into tears for no reason, it was alarming.

I immediately got off my ass and went around the counter.

“Hey,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “The earrings were supposed to make you happy, not make you cry. I thought you could wear them in Montana since they aren’t formal jewelry. What’s wrong?”

I swiped her tears away with my thumbs.

She looked up at me, her expression honest and open as she said, “I’ve never gotten a piece of jewelry from a man because he thought the stones matched my eyes or because it meant something significant. Honestly, the only thing I’ve ever gotten was a plain wedding band that I picked out myself. These are…special. They mean something. You were thinking about me and about us when you got them.”

Christ!Of course I was thinking about her and us. The earrings were personal, and I’d had them designed specifically for her. Wasn’t it normal to think about your girlfriend when you bought her jewelry? “What else would a guy be thinking about when he’s buying his woman jewelry? Don’t cry, sweetheart. I fucking hate it when you cry.”

She gently put the earring she was holding back in the box, and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m not upset. I’m touched, Wyatt. Thank you. It’s the sweetest gift anyone has ever given to me, and I love them. I know they were probably wildly expensive, and I’ll probably be terrified of losing one, but I’ll think about you and how lucky I am to have you every time I put them on.”

Okay, I could live with that. I wanted to give her a ton of gifts that would make her think about me when I wasn’t around.

Fuck!Shelby was grateful for the smallest of things, and sometimes I didn’t feel like I deserved her.

Of course, that didn’t mean I was going to let her go for her own good like my brother tried to do with Savannah.

Maybe I didn’t deserve her, but she was better off with me than some of the other assholes she’d been with in the past.

I didn’t have an altruistic bone in my body, and I wasn’t about to sacrifice the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Shelby was mine, and I was keeping her.

I’d just have to keep trying to be a better man.

“You waited up for me and made me dinner because you knew I wouldn’t stop to eat,” I grumbled. “I think that’s more thoughtful than simply getting you some earrings. Don’t start thinking I’m an amazing guy. You know I’m a dick most of the time.”

“No, I do not know that,” she said adamantly. “I think you’re the hottest, handsomest, most thoughtful stud in the world, and I adore you.You’regoing to have to get used tothat. Now, take me to bed. You’re probably exhausted.”

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