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She stifled another groan. How many times had she put away fantasies with promises of another day? Maybe this weekend will kickstart her graphic design career like she’d been meaning to do. Since she didn’t have to work for the rest of the year if she chose, why not?
Grant glanced over to Trixie and saw the wheels spinning in her head. She was already overwhelmed and they haven’t even met anyone in the home yet. He needed her to be focused. This weekend had to go well. If there were any hiccups, everything would fall apart and it would’ve been no one’s fault but his.
“Say, are you okay?” He walked over to her and Trixie shook her head. She couldn’t hide her emotion even if she wanted to. Her eyes were golf ball-wide and Grant immediately recognized the fight or flight pattern in her irises. “Okay, stay with me…stay with me. Take a few deep breaths. In, hold it….thereyou go….and now release….that’s it. Let’s repeat…in…very good, baby….and now release.” He studied her eyes and saw the same flight but it seemed to dissipate a little. “Feeling better?”
“They’re going to see right through me, G.” Trixie revealed. “I’m going to go off script. They’re going to catch me off guard and that’s it! I’m done! You’re done! I might as well as take off this ring now and give it back to you.” She began to fidget with the ring.
Grant quickly stopped her. The ring looked perfect on Trixie and even Grant was surprised at how well it fit her fingers as if it was made for it. He also didn’t like the way that emotion made him feel about a woman he barely knew for a week and still had to ask her if she wanted to cook or preferred eating out.
“No, it was a gift and it’ll remain one.” He wrapped his arms around her thick body. Damn, she felt even more wonderful than she looked. Her breasts were soft and full against his chest and he was trying his best behavior to not let his hands slide down to the curvature of her ass. “You’re going to do great this weekend, okay? If you’re ever uncomfortable, just let me know and I’ll intervene. I’ll never put you in a compromising position.”
Trixie didn’t care about all those breathing exercises she did when Grant holding her had a better impact. He had a muscular build that completely enveloped her body and his deep voice in her ear made her realize he was the type to talk her through it.
A strange sensation came over her – she immediately felt protected and safe with him. He was her blanket, security, protector, and armor. She’d never felt that way about any past partner and now a man who was practically a stranger to her made her feel like…
…a princess.
Grant pulled away from her and read Trixie’s eyes. She was a lot more relaxed than she was a few minutes ago. Good. The weekend was about to be a success. He would just have toprotect her at all times, even when she wasn’t in his presence. He had a game plan for that. “Are you good?”
“Yeah,” Trixie grinned, “I’m good.”
“Good,” Grant pressed his body against hers. He resisted his hands becoming indecent in public. “You’re going to have to play my fiancée this weekend so that means I’ll have to get a little physical with you. But I will respect boundaries and we don’t need to have sex this weekend if you don’t want to.”
What if I want to?Trixie blinked the ho thoughts out of her head. She was paid to playPretty Womanbut not be one. “Like kissing, hugging, etcetera?” She asked.
“Etcetera…” Grant fully enunciated the word.
A sensual air passed between them and both recognized it. “What’s your definition of etcetera?” She asked.
Grant chuckled and then looked up at the distance before he met Trixie’s eyes again. The air between them crackled and he needed to play his part right. “What am I allowed to do?” He lowered his voice.
Trixie thought for a moment. It wasn’t a hard answer. “Almost everything. We can negotiate thealmostpart once we’re inside.”
A slow, sensual smile formed on Grant’s face. If he could spend the weekend balls deep inside Trixie and not deal with his insufferable family, it was a weekend well served. “You got it.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“WELL, DON’T JUST stand there!” Grant’s mother, Sylvia McGinnis, practically ran out to greet him and Trixie. She was a white woman with an average build and white-silver hair. She had stunning blue eyes with a smile that was brighter than the Malibu sun.
Furthermore, Sylvia lookedwealthy. While she showed obvious signs of aging at 70 years old, Sylvia was regal and elegant in her all-linen cream attire. Her right wrist had several gold bracelets. A diamond tennis bracelet on her left matched her huge solitaire diamond ring.
Sylvia McGinnis was a philanthropist and activist; probably the only one in the family who was just as loud with her voice as she was with her wealth. She sat on the board of a few feminist groups, and was often at the front lines of many protests.
Coined by Forbes magazine back in 2023 as one of the world’s most likable billionaires, Sylvia wore that title with pride. She was a bit of a fashion nova, appearing inElleandVogue. She was also a certified yogi, who often used words likegoddess, artisanal, and aesthetic.
She also had a soft spot for Wu-Tang Clan was a diehard fan. She was also one of Grant’s biggest supporters. So, naturally, whoever her son brought home was a win in her book.
“I’m so glad you’re here!” She hugged them both. Her voice was like if someone put on Sade’s greatest hits on repeat. Shepulled away from Grant and glanced him over. “Still wearing those stuffy suits, huh? You know, I’m friends with both Dolce and Gabbana. The designers, not the rapper. Even though, I did meet him at Paris Fashion Week a few weeks back. Hey, speaking of which, you know he’s in rap beef with Future? Can you believe it?”
“I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me on everything about a culture I know absolutely nothing about,” Grant deadpanned. “Mother, this is Trixie. Trixie, this is my mother, Sylvia.”
“Pleasure to meet you,Princess!” Sylvia pulled Trixie in for a bear hug and she felt the life squeeze out of her body. “I’ve heard so much about you from Grant!”
“Oh?” Trixie glanced over to Grant, who shrugged as if he were saying, ‘just play along with this.’
“Yes!” Sylvia said. “He told me you were beautiful but I had no idea you were such a beauty!” Her eyes studied Trixie. “You remind me of a couple of actresses…” She eyeballed the younger woman. “Gabrielle Union? Regina Hall? That’s it! You remind me of Regina Hall! You also remind of a few others I can’t think of, but I will by the end of the weekend!”
It was a compliment but Trixie took it as a threat. She had to keep up the lie for the weekend. If Sylvia figured anything out about her, she would be taking another Uber ride by the end of the weekend. “Looking forward to it.”
