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Holy Fuck

"Nate, you’ve spent too ers over ive you things, Julianne Don’t rain on my parade"

Oh, he’s just so sweet

I open the lid on the box and nestled inside are princess cut dia the light from the chandelier, and simply take my breath away They are easily a carat each

And way too expensive

I shouldn’t accept theray eyes, I see apprehension and maybe a little fear, and I know I can’t tell hiin to run unchecked down my cheeks and I don’t bother to try to stop them

"Hey, what’s wrong, baby?" He brushes my tears aith his thumbs

"I’m just…" I s and turn my tear-filled eyes to his, and I know I have fallen in love with hiifts, but because of how gentle and generous and kind he is, not to ht to be

But it’s too soon to tell him

"I’enerosity"

He kisses my cheek, tucksthe feel of his strong ar me to him

"Get used to it, baby"

Chapter Ten

"Oh!" I sit up and kiss Nate quickly on theelse to show you Wait here"

I can hear Nate’s chuckle as I run up the stairs back tothe way I strip out of h stockings today, rab my shiny new black leather jacket I push my feet into my new black Jimmy Choo stilettos and take a look in the ht

In the bathroo it a wild look, and touch upred lipstick

I look like a hot rocker biker chick It’s a new look forit

I walk downstairs, in s and unzipped black jacket, and find Nate just finishing with the dishes His back is to me; he’s taken off his suit jacket, rolled the sleeves of his white shirt – yum, that tattoo – and his ass just looks so fantastic in those black slacks

"Need any help?" I ask, getting his attention and am not disappointed by the drop of his jahen he turns around and looks at ly, ot a leather jacket," he murmurs as he slowly saunters towarddirection"

"So you are" He stops about three feet away froray eyes over my body, from my Choo-clad feet to the top of my blonde head, then looks me in the eyes and takes a deep, deep breath "Fuck, you’re beautiful"

I can’t speak I can’t aze back into those lust-filled eyes, and the blood rushes south, pooling betweenhis shirt in my fist, my eyes still on his and jerk him forward so his chest is just an inch fro at his sides, balled into fists, our lips are inches apart, and I can’t stop gazing into his eyes

"Nate," I whisper