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"But it feels nice to have money, I bet."

"Yeah, it does. Not just because of what it does for me, but how I can use it to help other people, you know?" His face softens.

"Nope," I say, shaking my head. "We're not going to talk about you giving me or my mom money or anything like that."

"I wasn't going to say a thing. So, what's your mom doing? Has she found a new job?"

"She's doing well. She's actually been reading a lot of books. She also joined the world of social media, and she posts about the books she’s read."

"Oh, cool," he says. "And the job search?"

"It's going. It's a tough market," I say. I don't want to talk about my mom because that will make me nervous, because I still need to figure out a way to make more money to pay for her rent, and I need to figure out a way to get a place to stay for me and Bruno when Wes finally kicks us out. It's just too much forme to think about right now. "So, shall we take that shower?" I ask him.

"We can." He grins and picks me up and carries me out of bed and towards the bathroom. He places me on the countertop and then gives me a kiss. "I love you being here," he says, and for a few moments, I thought he was going to say he loved me, which is stupid because there's no way he loves me. He just enjoys having sex with me. He surely doesn't know that I love him. If he did, he'd die, and I'd die of embarrassment. But I do. There are so many different things I love about him, but that's just not the nature of this relationship. I smile to myself as he runs his fingers down the side of my body. "I'm going to get you the sexiest dress to wear tonight." He grins. "You're going to wear it tonight, right?"

"Yes," I say, smiling at him. "I'm going to wear it tonight. I want it to be everything you've ever dreamed you'd see me in.” I smile at him. “I want high heels, and I want to get my hair and makeup done, and I want to look like a million dollars."

"You going all out for tonight? I didn't even know we had anything special planned."

"Well, you know," I say, slipping my fingers through his hair and bringing him down for a kiss. "Sometimes we don't know everything." I grin at him, and he growls as he lifts me up and plays with my clit. I melt against him. I love being with him. I love him being inside of me, and I will miss this when it ends.

"You're going to look so fucking hot tonight," he says. "Touching me, searing me, loving me. I can't fucking wait."

"Me, too," I say, but what he doesn't know is that the dress isn't for him. Tonight's the double date with Thunder and Joa. I'm going to have him choose this dress, and then I'm going to go out. He's going to absolutely lose his mind, and I'm going to love absolutely every moment of it.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Wes

I let out a low whistle as I eye Sabrina. She looks stunning, like the most sexy woman on earth. She twirls around in her almost translucent short black dress. Her legs are long and tan, and her stiletto heels are higher than I've ever seen them before. Her blonde hair is straight and sleek, and she's wearing some sort of eyeshadow that makes her eyes pop even more. I stare at the curve of her breasts. The V cut is so low that they look like they're ready to pop out. I smile to myself. "I guess I'll shower now and get ready," I say, licking my lips, "unless..."

"What do you mean?" she says, looking at me blankly.

I stare at her in confusion. "What do you mean, what do I mean?"

"Why are you showering and getting ready, Wes?" She cocks her head to the side and pulls out her phone. "Oh, I think that's Erica."

"Okay. Shall I hop into the shower, then?"

"I guess if you want, but I've got to get out of here."

"What are you talking about? Why do you have to get out of here?" I'm confused and wonder if I've misunderstood something. "Did you make a reservation? What's going on?"

"Oh, I didn't make any reservations. Erica's taking care of everything," she says dumbly. "Anyway, you have a nice evening." She walks over and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Wait, what?" I grab her wrist and pull her towards me. "Where are you going?"

"I told you, I'm going out."

"I thoughtwewere going out."

"Why did you think that?"

"Because we spent the entire day looking for the perfect dress for you. You wanted to make sure that I gave it my A-okay and that you looked sexy as fuck, which you do. If I'd known you were going out dancing or whatever with Erica, I would not have chosen such a sexy dress. That is not appropriate."

"Oh, I'm not going to be just with Erica," she says, giggling.

"Who the fuck are you going to be with? Suki and the other girls?"

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