Page 55 of When Love Takes Over
“I’m sure your mother has put a lot of thought into who she wants your wife to be, which leads me back to my question. Do you think your parents will like me?”
“What’s not to like?”
“Aside from being estranged from my mother, having bad credit, being homeless, and having my wages garnished for bills I couldn’t pay after I got kicked out at eighteen, I’m cool as hell.”
“You are cool as hell, and I noticed that immediately. All that other shit you listed is a circumstance. None of it defines you, baby. There’s no reason my family needs to know any of that, but I would like to think that if they did, they wouldn’t judge you. That’s not how I was raised.”
I sat up, turned around, and straddled him. His hands went to my ass, while I rested my arms on his shoulders and caressed the back of his head.
“Our time here is coming to an end, and we’ll have to leave our little bubble,” I said.
“Are you disappointed that we have to leave?”
“A girl could get used to sipping expensive wine, dining on five-star food, and having endless orgasms all day.”
“Being married ain’t so bad, huh?”
“It’s too early to say, but so far, so good.”
He leaned forward and kissed my lips.
“You want one of those endless orgasms right now?”
I reached between us, lifting my body slightly, then sliding onto his erection.
“That’s a question you never have to ask.”
We couldn’t stay holed up in the suite forever, but another day or two would’ve been great. Kenzo had already taken most of ourthings to our cars, and we were preparing to leave for the last time.
I followed him to the parking lot because I had no idea where my car was parked. When we stopped in front of a luxury SUV, I was confused for a moment, then figured it was one of his cars that I’d never seen.
“This is nice. I didn’t know you had an SUV. You must not drive it much. It looks brand-new.”
“It is brand-new. I got it right off the lot.”
He opened the door and stood next to it, holding the key fob up between his thumb and index finger.
“You want me to drive it?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Of course. It’s yours.”
I raised my brow and leaned in while holding my ear because surely, I’d misheard him, and clarification was needed.
“Excuse me?”
“This is your wedding gift.”
“Kenzo, I?—”
“I don’t want to hear anything about it being too much, and you can’t accept it. It’s my way of saying thank you. Take the key.”
I hesitated for a moment, looking back and forth between him and the key fob. When I finally took it from him, I stood on my toes, threw my arms around his neck, and planted kisses all over his face. He wrapped his arms around me, then lifted me from the ground.
“Thank you so much, Kenzo.”
“You’re welcome, baby. It’s the least I can do.”
He put me down, and I stepped back to admire my new car.
