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BEATRICE:

"It is also nice to see you wear one," Drake admitted, shamelessly. "But if not, it's fine, Beatrice. I'm not going to force you to. Who am I to do that?"

"Who are you, you say? You're my ex-husband, Drake and you will continue to be like that.”

“I promise I won't forever be your ex-husband. And you can wear anything you want, Honey.”

“So you wanted me to wear one for your eyes only."

"You could say that. But I'm not forcing anything," he whispered, his gaze softening.

"You should be. You don't have the right and I will wear whatever I like to wear. Let's go, Grayson.” Glancing over my shoulder, I said, "Be sure to put that bag in our room."

He quickly followed as if he was our servant. As if he was our loyal dog. Everything he was willing to do for us was still a surprise to me. A billionaire and CEO was willing to become our slave?

"Understood, Beatrice,” he retorted while he carried the three heavy bags full of clothes in his two arms as if they weighed nothing.

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