Page 29 of Sweet Wicked Vows
During my shopping spree, not a single price tag was looked at. No doubt he was going to have a heart attack when he saw how much I spent on satin bed linen, cashmere pillows, and cotton towels alone, but fuck him.
If he wasn’t going to play nice, neither would I.
It wasn’t until I was standing outside one of the jewelry shops that my father’s business supplied to, with several new shopping bags in my hand including three oversized bags from my favorite lingerie boutique, that my phone vibrated.
JAXON: Are you planning on decorating the whole house with jewelry?
ME: A diamond floor would look good in the hall.
ME: Oh and I ordered some ruby encrusted curtains.
ME: And don’t forget the emerald rugs.
JAXON: Funny.
I could picture his scowl, and it delighted me to no end.
JAXON: I gave you the card to buy furniture.
ME: I think you’ll find you said whatever I WANT or NEED.
JAXON: And what is it that you need, Evelyn? That’s what you truly desire?
I hated the rush of heat blasting my cheeks. The sudden thought of tattooed hands exploring and teasing while whispered demands tickled my flesh came crashing into my mind.
No—not a good idea. A very bad and stupid idea.
My three-month dry spell was getting the better of me.
ME: You do realize we belong to two of the biggest diamond suppliers in the world?
JAXON: I’m aware.
ME: …
JAXON: Your point?
ME: I’m wearing a plain white-gold wedding band. No engagement ring, nothing.
ME: No one will believe it. They’ll think you’re a cheap asshole who doesn’t give a shit about his new wife.
ME: They’d be half right.
JAXON: You bought yourself an engagement ring?
ME: Someone had too.
I didn’t bother waiting on a reply.
Instead, I dropped my bags off with Saunders and headed toViolet’s latest art gallery. She sent the address through, along with strict instructions to bring red velvet cupcakes from her favorite bakery as payment for securing the venue for the upcoming party. Turning up without them wasn’t an option. Violet on an empty stomach and lack of sugar was like a bull seeing a red flag.
Violet had truly outdone herself with her newest gallery venture.Nirvana Gallery was smack bang in the heart of the city. The photographers, artists, and sculptors she had secured to showcase their work came from all over the world. Most, if not all of them, I knew nothing about. But there was no doubt they were among the elite in their field.
Violet didn’t do anything by half-measures when it came to her work.
No wonder her name was creating a buzz.
She deserved it. She worked her ass off to get where she was, and dammit if I wasn’t proud of her.