Birkin of Her Dreams

When Richard came back after handing Isla to her nanny, Bella asked him, “Who am I killing?”

“No,” he stopped her. “I should be the one killing someone because these gifts mean that I’m not performing very well in the other room. And my pride just took a blow.”

Bella smirked. She had been furious a moment ago because she didn’t know how she would educate her daughter if she had seen those sex toys and asked her what they were and used for, but hearing him talk about his pride, she had no words left.

“Are you serious right now?” She didn’t know how to be mad about the R-rated gifts anymore and that was his goal.

“Of course, I’m serious,” he answered. “Have you seen any man that would love for his strength to be underestimated?”

Bella shook her head and sat back on the soft rug to continue opening their wedding gifts. She figured that she would rather spend her time doing some work than starting an argument.

It’s not like she even had the energy to fight.

Richard rejoined her and