Page 35 of Vow of Obsession

"They look wonderful." I pick one up and take a bite. A small moan leaves me when the cherry filling and smooth sugary icing hit my tongue. "You've ruined me for Pop-Tarts."

"Good." He gives a curt, satisfied nod. I don't miss the small smirk either. I lean over the kitchen island to grab the juice.

“Tova!” I snap back at the sound of my name and see my husband standing in the kitchen entryway. He is accompanied by a man I have previously seen on the property. A lot of men come and go, but I've never had a conversation with any of them. I was told to ignore them. It felt rude, and more so now.

“You scared me.”

“Go,” he orders the man next to him, who disappears without a word. I notice that everyone scatters. The man can clear a room.

“Are you a grumpy morning person?”

“A word.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond to his request. He merely takes my hand, leading me out of the kitchen and toward the front of the house. His hold on my hand doesn’t release until I’m in his office with the door shut. “You are not allowed to leave our bedroom without clothes on.” I furrow my eyebrows, looking down at the clothes I’m wearing.

“I have clothes on.” I rolled up the sleeves of the shirt to my wrists, and the hem drops almost to my knees. Paired with the oversized socks, and all you can see is part of my legs. “It’s a dress.”

His only response is to lift the shirt. “Hey!” I squeak, pushing it back down.

“You have panties on.”

“Yeah.” He settles some. “I was going to go home and?—”

“You are home.” I skip right over that. It’s a moot point.

“And get clean panties.”

“And a bra if you’re going to roam around.” I grab my boobs.

“Are they bad?” Now I’m self-conscious.

“Bad is far from what they are.”

“Oh.” I drop my hands.

“I had your things brought here and had them left outside our quarters so as not to disrupt you.”

“You packed up my stuff?”

“With the help of your mother.” Thank God.

"Wait, as inyoupacked it or sent some of your men?"

"Your mother and I." I want to cringe thinking about Warren shoving my childhood stuffed animals into boxes.

Every girl has period panties, right? I hope my mom handled that part. I suppose it doesn’t matter. He can’t break up with me,but he could get the ick. It’s still kind of sweet that he’d gone and packed it up himself. I’m sure he had his men bring the boxes.

We stand there in silence. I’m not really sure what to say. “You didn’t have a problem last night with me seeing you.” Warren steps closer, his hands going to the outside of my thighs, his fingers traveling up.

“Do we have to talk about that?” I can feel heat rushing to my face, and as his touch gets higher and higher, that heat is rushing to other places as well.

“We can talk about whatever you like.” He grips my ass, lifting me up. Warren walks over to his desk, sitting me down on it before dropping into his chair. “How are you feeling this morning?”

"I had a slight headache, but it's gone. Thanks for the pills and water."

"No need to thank me for taking care of you." Warren gently holds one of my ankles, his thumb softly stroking back and forth. "You showered."

"Yeah." I run my fingers through my hair, pushing it back from my face. The more it dries, the crazier my curls start to get. "I used some of your stuff."

"Use whatever you want."

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