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Stuffing my purchase into my purse my hand slipped through his arm. “Did you see something you like?” "Yes, Kitten" he answered. I laughed when we came to a stop in front of an ATM. No more than thirty seconds later he was stuffing his wallet with a bunch of crisps hundred dollar bills. “You do realize I have my own money right? Lots of it actually” That's what being the majority shareholder of Morgan Constructions meant. that was why Eunice was on my neck, not to mention the hefty sum that got deposited into my account every month and there was my trust fund I hadn't so much as touched excluding my college expenses. He chucked me under the chin with his index finger. “When I’m with you, I pay” I just shook my head and followed him to the next vendor, I doubt I'd be able to convince him otherwise. The was an older woman with a more gothic vibe standing in front of a jet black curtain, a purple turban wrapped around her head to her eyebrows, and a matching robe sweeping the flo
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** “Take the next right,” I said out loud. My eyes were on the map outlined on my screen “It says we're two minutes away” I added and Ian gave me a look and kept the vehicle moving. We were on a quest to locate an Italian diner I’d found online when I was looking for some lowkey places that offered great menus and food, this place had lots of recommendations but it seemed next to impossible to locate, I currently had my phone upside down to better see the route as I called out directions to the man in the driver's seat. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Ian asked when I said to take another right. “I should be somewhere around here according to the map…” I trailed off looking around “I think that’s it over there” The words Diana's Kitchen were written in red at the top of a butterscotch building The car slowed to a stop Ian looked in the direction I was pointing and gave me a look of disbelief, he cocked an eyebrow “You don’t mean to go in there?” The place does look
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I took a picture of my dessert and sent it to Hannah before scoping a large portion of chocolate cake into my mouth. After seeing not one but two movies gouging on popcorn and soda. With Ian making fun of me for a few escaped tears because of how emotional the ending of the second movie was. “Why do you like them so much if they make you sad?” He had asked when we left the theater. “I didn't cry because I was sad, but because it was so well portrayed it made me emotional, I guess” I looked at him over my shoulder, his face tipped down slightly as we walked outside, “What can I say, I’m a sucker for sad movies.” I wiped once more at the wetness clinging to my lashes. His hand fell to my hip and he pulled, “I know what would make you feel better. How about some chocolate cake? After dinner of course?” One thing with him he was determined to keep me fed, I haven’t eaten so much in one day as I have today. He was always: would you like some of that? That looks nice lets get some.
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I haven’t seen Ian for most of the morning, I think he must be catching up on the work he missed yesterday and I almost feel bad for taking him away. Almost. He’s certainly not the only one catching up, as I’m currently chewing on the bottom of my pencil textbooks and my notes spread out in front of me. I’ve been at it since breakfast three hours ago and it’s almost noon. My phone lights up with notifications a few times, social media posts from people about their Saturday nights out. I'll take a look later, but for now, I ignore it. I read a line on my computer screen, swiping the eraser at the end of my pencil back on forth over my bottom lip when I see a movement in my peripheral. And then I feel his presence behind me. Arms trail down my arms and over my front from behind. His breath and hair tickle my neck when he lowers his chin into my neck. My hand rose slowly to his head and sank into his hair. “Hey,” I mumbled, combing my fingers through the silky strands. He ha
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Today was so not my day. A pang hit my chest at the thought because I wanted to look good. Not because the media might eat me if I showed up looking anything less than perfect, and the women, yeah... they wouldn't be able to hold themselves back. But also... Ian, he liked looking good, and took pride in his appearance. and liked it when I looked good on his arm. It was a male thing. Because out there I represented him whether I liked it or not. A man like that, I didn’t want to embarrass him.I didn't know there was going to be a time I thought of looking good because of a man but here we are.What was it he said the other time; Now you look like the wife of Ian Quinn. Yeh, it was very much a male thing. I didn’t have much time left so I did one of my easier styles. Starting with a blow out to get everything dry, I tried not to use too much heat on my hair, saving it for when the occasion called for it, mostly it was just when I was late for school and needed my hair to be presen
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A suited man holds the door open for me, offering a hand to help me out of the vehicle. I accepted it with a smile, I hold the slit of my dress with one hand as I get off. “Good evening ma’am” he greeted, the white gloves around his fingers crisp but silk soft. “Thank you,” I say and move aside to let him close the door to the green Maybach. Ian appeared beside me and I slipped my hand from the valet. “Shall we?” I nodded. “We shall” It was a casino I noticed upon our entrance. Dark red, blue, and yellow lights flint around almost like a high class club, giving a flirty, sluttery vibe, but definitely class. I've never been to a casino before. I looked at Ian with a smile, forgetting that we were to meet people and socialize, I was looking forward to my first time in a casino, it was just like in the movies. There was a dance floor with colorful lights dancing around, and deep red leather chairs at one side. Suited men are seated with tumblers of different amber liquids, an
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“A bottle of Rosé for the lady" Damien ordered, laughter still clinging to his voice "I'll have the usual."The others called out their drink orders, Ian included, the waiter, a young woman in a black mini dress fishnet stockings and neon green stripper heels, penned down our drink order and left. “When was your last game you?” Damien implores accusingly. Rollings flicked his fingers as if doing a mental calculation, a platinum cuff around his wrist above the sleeves of his navy blue sweater pushed off his forearm exposing golden skin pulling taut around his thick biceps as he gestured “He’s only attended twice since...” a nudge of his chin at me.I looked between the two men, did they mean me? What were they talking about? And what did that have to do with me?The man who has uttered only one word since our arrival shifted slightly, his tatted hands shuttling a deck of red cards between his fingers.Beside me Ian shifted, his thigh meeting mine as he spread his legs to get comfortab
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My heart was in my throat when Rollings upturned his card, Ronan tossed his to the table with a huff. Beside me, Ian smirked. “Damn, should have folded” golden boy growled. And then it was Saint, Ian, and I. Why was I shaking? I could barely keep my ass on the stool.While holding my cards because it was a better option than Rollings’s hand.“Show us what you got shortie” I almost had my cards flat to my chest, I can’t believe I forgot him. “You first” Damien laughed his straight white teeth gleaming against the tanned skin of his face. No one had to tell me he was the aggressive loud loud-mouthed one in the group. Rollings is obviously the pretty boy ex superstar, I mean he was America’s golden boy. Talented and attractive. Quinn played the part of a filty rich arrogant CEO, obviously. Ian… sometimes he could be teasing and light, cool evening. Other times intense and single mindedly focused. It was almost strange that I used to be terrified of him when we first met, and how h
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