Page 105 of Papers Don't Lie

“You were hurt, Kai. That’s not why I was mad. I enjoyed that as much as you did,” I tell him, feeling his fingers roam through my hair to knot the tie. “It was something else that upset me, but now it no longer does."

His hands disappear from my hair and land on my shoulders, his fingers teasing. “Carter tried to send me a message, you know?” he asks, and I immediately turn to him, even if his palms remove themselves from me at the movement. “There was a photo of the two of you holding hands at a restaurant,” he murmurs, caressing my cheek.

I grab the hand on my face and catch it between my fingers as I look him directly in the eye. “It wasn’t like that. He forced me to dress nicely for dinner, and out of nowhere he put his hand on mine. Right after that I went to the bathroom and called Raven. He must’ve called the paparazzi intentionally.”

He nods. “He wanted to prove something to me, but he’s no longer a threat to us.”

That alone releases me of the thousands of rocks weighing down my soul. Carter is right where he belongs, in the depths of a prison that will show him life and love can’t be bought with money.

“Now come with me.” He hugs my waist, and I suck in a breath, sensitive at the much-missed contact. I missedhim.

We walk past his office, behind the stairs, and when I think he’s leading me to the room he made only for my bows, he takes another two steps and stops at the next door. Kai opens it in front of me, and when he turns the lights on, I freeze because I don’t know how to react.

“Raven told me about your new passion," he says as I walk into the room, admiring everything.

There’s a desk in the middle of the big room with two sewing machines on it, while on the wall behind it stand some shelves filled with materials. On my left lie two mannequins—one masculine and one feminine—waiting to be put to use with the wall of accessories on the right.

Everything but the wall is purple.

“We didn’t have time to paint the walls on such short notice, but we will tomorrow morning," he adds, stepping next to me.

Truth be told, I didn’t hear him walking in. I just felt his presence getting stronger and stronger.

I turn to him, and we hit each other chest to chest. “No," I murmur, looking everywhere. “It’s perfect."

Hopefully, I will never get sick of purple because this room is pure vomit of this color. It’s made specifically for me and my needs by my husband—the most thoughtful man alive.

“Thank you, Kai," I say, glancing down at his parted lips. “I know perfectly what I want to do with this gift.”

He raises a brow, and I place my arms around his neck, one by one. “Oh? And what is that?”

For the first time in weeks, I feel a giggle forming in my throat, and because I have no reason to hide it, I let it out. Kai’s eyes widen, and he joins me with his thick laugh.

This is a great opportunity to insert a sexual joke, but I want him to know. “I’ll design suits. For you, for other men and women."

His eyes gleam at me, and his hands land right on top of my ass. Is it wrong that I want them lower? Or we should finally give in even if it’s not the right time?

How do I know if it’s the right time or not?

“I don’t know about other men, but I’d let you measure me any time in the day," he murmurs on my lips, breathing in my exhale.

A smile stretches on my lips. “I don’t need to measure you. I know you well enough, Kai Graves. I actually designed a purple suit just for you,” I admit.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, his voice raspy.

I nod. “A dark, masculine purple that would’ve looked amazing on you if we didn’t forget it at Carter’s house in England."

He instantly turns into rock, and his body finally hears the wish of mine, his palms squeezing my ass. Kai leans to my ear. “Don’t ever mention his name again, my love. You can always redo it.”

I shiver, throwing my head back when his lips touch the skin of my neck. “Noted," I say, breathing out.

“Fuck.” His dick pushes into my belly at the same time the word escapes his mouth. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“If we are, I hope we never wake up,” I say and take him out of his hoodie, eager to put my hands on his burning skin.

He’s quick to help me, taking the pajamas off my body with ease. Kai throws them on the floor as if they’re the most disgusting thing on earth, and it’s something I have to agree with. Anything with Carter’s touch on it is dirty.

The moment he has me naked in front of him, no bra supporting my breasts and no panties hiding what’s soaking under them, his eyes glisten with lust. His hands push in between my breasts, lowering my back on the table. Kai pushes me further, and one of the sewing machines hits the floor, filling the silent room with a loud thud.

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