Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
"You're insane," she murmurs, turning and stroking my chest.
"You have no idea," I growl, pulling her to me and kissing her hard.
"We can't do this," she hisses as the shop assistant watches us.
"We're not." I wink.
"I'm sorry. We'll take the watch," I hiss, grabbing the assistant's attention.
"Okay. Great choice, sir. Would you like it engraved?"
"Yes. Can you add my name and hers on the back, please? With today's date," I murmur.
"Of course, sir. No problem."
"Thank you. We'll pick it up tomorrow."
"Excellent. And Merry Christmas." The woman beams.
"Thank you. Happy holidays," Iris says as I grab her hand and lead her out of the store.
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"It wasn't, but Viper, the watch. It's insane," she hisses.
"I'll wear it every day," I whisper, taking her hand. "So I can remember this."
"You don't have to."
"I know. But I want to. Now, are you ready to get your gifts?" I grin, slapping her ass.
"Yes. Yes, I am," she mutters.
"Great. Let's go."
"Really? This is fun. And it's been a while since I've had fun." She laughs, and the sound makes my heart race.
"Whatever you want, baby," I say as I lead her to the next store.
The Chanel label catches her eye, and she drags me into the shop.
"Okay, we can have some fun here." She nods, and the next couple of hours are a blur as she shops her heart out, and I can't help but feel happy watching her.
"I can't wait until Christmas. I'm going to love giving people these gifts," she whispers.
"Good. Are you ready to get out of here? We can have dinner before we go home."
"That sounds nice." She nods, smiling. "But Viper, are you sure you want to spoil me so much? It's making me feel guilty."
"You don't need to feel guilty," I hiss. "It's my money, and I can do what I want with it. Just one last thing. We need to get Allegra gifts."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," I hiss. "And you're buying yourself something, too. I don't want to hear another word."
"Fine," she grumbles. "You're not going to let me go, are you?"
"Hell no. Not a chance. So get used to it," I mutter as I pay for the next round.
"Okay," she whispers.
"Good girl. Let's go," I hiss, handing the bags to our driver. "We're going to split up now. Meet me in the lingerie store in an hour."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm not letting you pay for the last thing. And I'm going to have a little fun shopping." I wink, and she kisses my cheek, her eyes wide.
"You're crazy," she hisses.
"For you, maybe. But now, go and have fun."
"What are you going to buy?"
"A present for someone special." I wink, and her mouth opens as she realizes who.
"Viper."
"Hush," I hiss, putting a finger on her lips. "Now, go. Go and have fun. And when you're done, we can eat."
"Fine. Fine." She hesitates. "Don't forget Allegra."
"I won't," I say, pushing my card between her fingers. "Don't forget either. Get her something she'll adore. Something that means something."
"Of course. You know I will." She looks guilty. "But Viper... I can't take your card."
"Yes, you can. Don't argue," I warn. "You can give it back when we get home."
"Fine." She nods. "See you later."
"Good. Now go."
She walks away, and I can't take my eyes off her.
She's gorgeous, and I've fallen so far that there's no coming back.
And that's a good thing, because I've never been happier.
"Excuse me," the shop assistant calls, and I turn, my gaze dark.
"What is it?"
"I have a few pieces of jewelry, and some other things. Maybe you can pick them out for the lady," she says, and I nod, a plan forming.
"Sure."
"Excellent. Come on. Follow me."
I follow her to the back room and spend the next thirty minutes picking out the perfect gift.
"She'll love it. You have good taste."
"Thank you." I smile. "Have these items boxed for me. I'll be back shortly."
"No problem, sir." The assistant beams.
"Thank you." I nod, and with that, I make my way to the lingerie shop, my cock throbbing in my jeans.
"There you are," I hiss, my eyes narrowing on Iris. "Did you have a good time?"
"It was nice. Where are your bags?" She flushes, pulling away from the display of flirty lingerie.
"I've left them with the driver. I was looking forward to finding you, and the truth is, it was killing me thinking about what you were going to buy."
"Really?"
"Of course. Why would I lie?" I smile smoothly, pulling out a red Christmas set.
"You shouldn't look at these," she says weakly.
"Why not?"
"Because they're not for you."
"Oh, but they are." I wink. "They're very much for me."
"No," she whines.
"Yes. Now, are you going to be a good girl and wear this for me, or are you going to be naughty?"
"Both," she says, grabbing a black lace bodysuit.
"Good choice," I hiss, nodding to the attendant.