Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“For knowing what I need even before I do. Thank you Saxson.” I close my eyes trying to stop the tears from coming down. I don’t succeed. He removes the tear with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth.
“Why the tears my love. What has made you so sad?”
“I’m not sad.” I tell him rubbing my cheek against his hand. “I have just never felt so loved before. The attentiveness with which you watch me, know and hold me is new and it makes me emotional. That’s all.” It’s true. Him being able to read me and know what I need or what I need him to say without me having to say anything is unlike anything I have ever known. It’s overwhelming and yet feels so fucking fantastic.
“That is always going to be the way it is, Lexi. As my wife, you will be my sole priority. My one reason for existing. You never have to thank me for that. Now, if you want to go out, you better get ready. We will not be out all night. We have an early, busy day tomorrow.” He kisses my nose and swats my ass. Walking back into the kitchen, I see Lara is not down here and Ramone as usual is a brooding bastard in the corner.
“Well it was so nice to meet you Alexis. I can’t wait to see you in your dress tomorrow.” Julissa says as she hugs me. It dawns on me that she is not so much older than me and might like the club as well.
“Hey. So Saxson and Ramone are going to take Lara and I to the club because she needs to let her hair down. Would you like to join?”
“Absolutely. Thank you so much for asking. Manny and I will go to our villa and change and meet you back here say thirty minutes?”
“Sounds great.” They walk out and I walk upstairs looking for Lara. When I make it into the room, I see her dissecting herself in the mirror.
“Hey girlie. You ready to start getting dressed?” She turns to me, face scrunched up and eyes cast down.
“Do I have to go?” I was ready for this.
“Yes. Go in the bathroom and put on the damn dress Lara. I will get dressed in here.”
I push her inside the bathroom and grab my clothes. I am feeling extra giddy tonight because I know the dress, I got is going to send him over the edge. It’s red, comes about three inches above my knees and it’s strapless. If that wasn’t bad enough, it’s cut out in the back at a point right above the crack of my ass. I even bought a back necklace to wear with it. Some black and gold snakeskin Jimmy Choo’s finish off the look. I am going to wear my hair up so my back can show. Minimal makeup since I never really wear that much anyway. I debated when I was buying it if I needed undergarments for it, but what for?
I am just finishing my lipstick in the vanity mirror in the bedroom when Lara comes out of the bathroom. I damn near drop my lipstick on the white carpet. “Holy fuck Lara. You look...wow...I... wow!!!” I can find no words right now. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I have always thought she was beautiful. Her red hair and green eyes make her look ethereal and elegant. But right now, in this dark green, illusion sheath dress, I barely recognize her.
“Really? You think I look ok?” Is she serious?
“Honey, ok is an understatement. There is no way you are not getting picked up tonight. I especially like that you are wearing your hair down.” For some reason, her hair is usually always up. I don’t know why. If you have ever watched Riverdale, Lara is totally Cheryl Blossom from that show. Just a bit thicker. Which, in my opinion, is even hotter. I walk up to her to reassure her one more time. I want her to walk out the bedroom door confident and with her head up. “Listen to me. You walk out there, and show Ramone the dickhead, who really calls the shots. I am going to be with you all night. Ok?” I hug her so she knows I am serious.
“Thanks Lexi. I am so happy for you. I hope one day, I find someone who loves me as much as Saxson loves you.” I find myself blushing. I know it’s true even though I still find it crazy. When have known each other for a handful of weeks, but only really spoken to one another once before this? But somehow, it works. I can feel it when he looks at me and touches me. I even felt it when I didn’t see but somehow knew he was watching me. I am meant to be his.