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“Maybe one new set.” And that’s only because everything in this store looks perfect. And sexy. And dang if I don’t want to wear something new for him.

My fingers tighten around his, and I practically drag him in the store while he laughs behind me. I was right, this place is magic, full of fancy lace and—I sneak a peek at the nearest price tag—yep, expensive as fuck.

“Welcome to Lune de Luxe, my name is Claire.” A pretty brunette flits over to us, her eyes all over Brantley, but he barely gives her an ounce of attention. “Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

“Whatever my girl wants.” He smiles at me for the second time today. It’s just a freaking smile, but it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle, and I melt. I’m a puddle of goo in the middle of black and white lace. Oh, and a really cute purple bodysuit with garters.

There’s so much beautiful stuff in here; I’m flitting from rack to rack, touching a few things, drooling over others, but the exorbitant price tags keep me from pulling the trigger. He offered to buy me anything I want; I know this. Yet, I can’t bring myself to spend his money. Not like this. Maybe I can buy myself a set. I’ll have a little money left over after all the expenses associated with Colin’s surgery. It’s not like I’m paying rent right now either, but I’m keeping that money stashed. I’ll inevitably be moving out of Brantley’s building, and I’m sure I’ll need it for deposits.

I manage to circle the store and find a light pink lace bra and panty set on the half price rack that would look good on…well, my rack.

Only when I turn around with the lingerie in hand, Brantley is already at the counter with Claire, loading set after set into black and white striped Lune de Luxe bags.

He’s not…is he…

Holy shit, he’s buying everything I stopped to look at. Every single thing. There must be thousands of dollars in there.

I shove my discount find back on the rack and sprint over to him, just in time for him to grab the receipt and slip it in his wallet.

“What are you doing?” My voice is hushed as I grab onto his elbow.

He turns toward me and shrugs. “What’s it look like?”

“You can’t buy me all that. It’s so much.”

His eyes soften, and he sweeps his thumb across my cheek. “There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do for you, dove. I’d give you the world if you’d let me.”

The breath stutters out of my lungs, and I have no idea what to say, especially when Claire and the other girl behind the counter audibly swoon. Thank you doesn’t seem like enough, and I love you…well, while it may be true, I don’t think this is the best time to throw those three words around.

Brantley Ellis is grumpy, irritable, short, but he’s so fucking perfect for me it hurts.

I blink back a few tears threatening to break free. “Brantley, I?—”

But I don’t get the chance to finish my sentence. His thumb brushes across my lips before his mouth lowers to mine. His kiss is soft, gentle, and full of so much restrained passion. I don’t know how I’m going to go back to the office and pretendeverything is normal when my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

I want him to hold me, to cocoon me in his warmth, but at the same time, I want him to lose control, to fuck my brains out, to remind me that I belong to him.

I need him. Wyatt. Maverick.

I need them more than my next breath.

But should I still work for them?

FIFTY-ONE

Wyatt

“Son of a bitch,”I mutter, scrolling the numerous text messages coming in from Maverick. They’re all similar. Links. Several of them. Each one leading to articles or videos about Ember Lynn and her impending divorce. Information that, according to Maverick, none of them should have.

I open the first one and—holy fuck. I falter in my steps and come to a complete stop. An older man skids around me, turning around momentarily to toss me a dirty look. People are walking around me, some murmuring insults, while I stand in the middle of the sidewalk like an ass.

The Gazette lays out the entire timeline of events; everything from the first social media post that hinted Hollywood's favorite couple wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows to now. There’s a list of witnesses from our side, weaknesses in our case, and of course, more links, these ones leading to every video we had her delete from her social media.

We fucking told her the internet was forever, but of course, she thought she knew better.They always do.

This is going to cost us the case. No question. Not only is our entire argument being fed to her husband's attorney, but nojudge is going to look at any of this and see a victim. If they do, it’ll be her husband, not Ember.

Fuck.

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