Page 40 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“Nonsense,” she said as she opened the door. “We’re all just human, after all.”
I was taken aback by the grandeur of the entrance hall. The ceiling was sky high and I could see the stairwell of three floors above us. “This is a gorgeous house, Gloria.”
“And this is only the entrance, Blyss.” She gave my shoulders a squeeze as she looked over her’s to see where Troy was. He was a good ways behind us, as he’d grabbed our bags. “Tell me, dear, do you want your own room, or do you want to stay with Troy in his? I want you to make the decision. Not him. I’ll not be allowing him to rule over you like some kind of a Dom. Not in my home!”
Her honesty was a bit overwhelming. “With him. If that’s okay with you. He’s not overly dominating with me. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Okay, then.” She led me through a grand room filled with leather and antiques, then we went up a staircase and off to one side. “This is the children’s wing. Our other sons no longer liver here and my husband went on a fishing trip to Mexico. He’ll be back next week. You two will have this wing to yourselves. Are you okay with that?”
I was more than okay with it. It had been too long since Troy and I had been intimate. One can’t get busy with nurses and doctors coming in and out of your room. “I’m okay with it.”
She pushed open one of the large, ornate, wooden doors, and there was a living room. “This is Troy’s suite. Go inside, settle yourself in, then have Troy bring you down to the kitchen. I have a bottle of our best wine breathing. We’ll have a little cheese with it and get to know one another. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“It sounds fantastic. Thank you, Gloria. We’ll be right down.”
Troy made it in, dropped the bags on the floor, then hugged his mother. “Missed you, Mom.”
She and he rocked as they hugged. “And I missed you. I’m over the moon that you’ll be staying with us for a while.” She stopped the hug and looked at me over her shoulder. “You do know that it’s been my dream to have my sons marry and move back here with us? Has my son told you that?”
“He has. And I think it’s a lovely dream.” I took a seat on the long chenille sofa and put my feet underneath me.
“We’ll be down soon, Mom.” He kissed the top of her head, then sent her out of the room, closing the door behind her and looking at me. “Don’t let any of this overwhelm you, Blyss. It’s just a home.”
“A giant home,” I added as I fanned myself. “One that will require me to build up unused muscles just to get up those stairs.”
His smile made me smile as he came to sit next to me. “I have to admit that I love seeing you here in my room. I could get used to this.”
“You have your Navy thing, and I have school,” I reminded him.
“I know. But this could be home. One day.” He tapped my chest. “If you play your cards right. I’m just saying.”
“Home, huh?” I looked around and sighed. “There are much worse places to call home, aren’t there? One could get used to this.” I took his face between my hands and rubbed noses with his as we’d started doing at the hospital. “How you spoil me!”
“I prefer to think of it as taking care of you, not spoiling. You’re far from spoiled. That said …” He pulled something out of his pocket and placed it in my hand. “That’s for you.”
He’d put an envelope in my hand, and I looked at him quizzically. “And this is?”
“Open it and find out.”
I did as he’d said and found the check from the club. Shock zipped through me as I saw the dollar amount.Nearly a million dollars!
“NO!”
He nodded. “Yes. That’s your money. The money I paid for you. The club didn’t even take their cut. You got it all. Plus, you’ll be getting five hundred thousand dollars a year from The Dungeon of Decorum for the injuries you incurred while on their property. Is that an amount you approve of? If not, I can renegotiate the settlement.”
“Are you kidding me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Troy, I’m a rich woman!”
“You certainly are.” He pulled me to him and kissed me with a hard kiss. “And I love you.”
I settled back and gazed at him. “And that’s the cherry on top, isn’t it? Your love? I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m wealthy, loved, and right now I’m staying in paradise.”
He got up and picked me up, taking me to the next room. “This is our room, Blyss. That’s our bed. This never has to end.”
“Marriage, huh?” I looked around the room, then at him. “Let’s don’t talk like that yet. Let’s let all this settle in my head for a bit.”
He sighed as he rested his forehead against mine. “As you wish, my love.”
Putting me down on his bed, he pushed me back very gently, even though my wounds had healed. I looked up at him and found so much in his eyes. I knew he loved me. There was no doubt. I loved him too, but my life was changing at a rapid pace. Adding marriage was just too much.
