Page 67 of A Billion Desires

And hopefully, with all of my primping and preparations, he’d want to keep his end of this bargain and not kick me out early.

The only problem with staying longer was, the more time I spent with Nick and the more time I lived in this house with him—the more I really, really, really didn’t want to leave.

Life here was easy.

Life here was fun.

Going back home after a month of the royal treatment would suck.

Nobody there would treat me like a queen, or ask me to plan an entire day just for the things I liked.

They wouldn’t take me to a museum and listen to all the crap I had to say about every exhibit.

They wouldn’t take me to a group of food trucks and order exactly what I did.

And not one of them would go with me to eighties night at the movies.

Yeah, leaving this place—and Nick—was truly going to bite.

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Nick

“I’ll take you out,” I’d texted her in the early afternoon.

She’d already messaged me first thing in the morning to ask if she could do some shopping by herself.

Not going to lie, that had set my teeth on edge.

I had a full day at the office planned. Well, not so much planned as some people had taken issue with me being gone so much the last few days and not always being available.

Shit had piled up.

People had failed to do everything that needed to get done.

Just like I knew would happen without me breathing down their necks.

The only thing was—I didn’t give one flying fuck about any of it.

Everything was still standing.

And being available to take Cherry around had been high on my priority list. I couldn’t exactly say why, but it mattered deeply to me that she was happy.

When Cherry wasn’t happy, I wanted to roll some heads.

So, when she’d asked to go shopping, I immediately worried about some stupid bitches trying to make her feel like crap again.

I also worried about what I would do if that happened again.

But I found it awfully hard to say no to her.

Impossible, actually.

Her taking Langcaster along gave me some peace of mind at least. If something were to happen, he’d call me immediately.

When I’d texted her to see how shopping had gone, all I got was a short, quick reply back. Then I’d told her I would take her out for supper. She’d instead requested a quiet meal at home.

I wouldn’t be complaining about that.

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