Page 90 of Broken Headboards
But, to my relief,Taylorappears on the screen.
“Hey, man,” I answer.
“Thought I’d let you know Ashley and I will be at the meeting today. Want me to stop by the café and grab you something?” he asks, in a hushed tone.
“Are you with her now?” I tease. These two arestillsomething else. They’re still a thing, yet not a thing.
I’ve tried to talk to him about it, show him how fucking amazing it is to let yourself fall in love, but there’s something in the way, clouding his judgement. Hell, we’ve all tried to talk to him. Regardless, something needs to happen.
Here’s to hoping. Clarendon Tower is a special place, it’s made some of the most ruthless, stubborn, assholes fall to their knees in worship over a woman. They must feed the women something different here, I don’t know. It’s impressive.
“What’s it to you?” Taylor clears his throat.
“Hah, nothing man. You keep being you, or whatever. But, sure, pick us up something. An americano with, four extra shots of espresso,” I order, rubbing my hands over my eyes.
“Damn. Your ass dragging that hard?” He laughs, ignoring my remark. “Remember you fought for Clarendon Tower.”
“I’m not complaining,” I shoot back. I never complain. Ok, maybe sometimes, but I’ll never take advantage of Clarendon Tower. It gave me literally everything—my business, my wife, my fucking life.
“Alright, I’ll see you there.” He hangs up and I throw my phone onto the bed, pushing myself up into a seated position off the bed.
“Babe! Come here!” Tess shouts over the water.
I get up, dragging my feet towards her. I watch as the water trickles down her body and the soap lathers along her soft curves. I’ll never take this view for granted.
With OakmontDominaup and running, we’ve been busier than ever. Our clients have multiplied and we’re in the works of expanding internationally. It’s a big fucking deal, with the possibility of becoming the largest furniture company in the world and the only one who still manufacturers and distributes from America. It’s a fucking dream come true and it’s something I never thought would happen, but with her, I’ve learned anything is possible.
Seeing as we’ve been so busy, it’s hard to get a minute alone. I mean, I’ve gotten a lot of use out of the locks on our office doors or the occasional long lunches. The bathroom on the fourth floor of our building is one of our favorite spots—thanks to that micro-suede sofa of hers. We’re becoming very resourceful. But, every moment with her is precious and I don’t want to take a second for granted.
“Yeah?” I ask, opening the glass shower door and enter behind her.
My hands trace over her curves and I lick some of the droplets of water off her shoulder.
“I forgot to tell you, we have a new client,” she says, her breath quickening.
“Yeah? Who are they?” I ask between my kisses.
“It’s residential.”
“Residential? Are they fucking royalty or something?” We don’t do private residential clients anymore, or at least not as often as we use to. We’re too big for that now.
“You could say that,” she mumbles.
I stop kissing her and twist her body around to face me, staring into her eyes. “Who is it?”
She cradles my face and bites her lip, a large grin widening her mouth. Her face lights up and I feel giddy just watching her.
“It’s us…” she giggles and interlaces her fingers with mine. “Think these hands of yours can fashion a crib?”
My mouth goes dry and I blink a few times, feeling them pool with tears.
“A crib?” I ask, dumbfounded.
She smiles and jumps up, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“You’re going to be a daddy. And, it looks like we’ll need to make another bedroom set. For our baby.”
“Holy shit,” I grab her waist and push her away from me, so I can eye her up and down.
