Page 109 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
“Lexi Grant?”
George and I share a look as he confirms it’s for me, and I stand back, letting him, the man and a second one, carry in the sofa.
They walk out and bring in a second item.
What in the Mason Kingsley is going on?
I know it’s him.
“Sign here,”
“I didn’t order this, George, I’m sorry,” I take the device shoved into my hands and keep eye darting from face to face.
George shrugs and walks off.
The delivery guys leave, and I stare at the sofa, which now takes up all the free floor space in the apartment.
My eyes widen, and I race to the door, ripping it open.
“Hey!Want a free sofa?”
The delivery guy's turn and shake their heads.
“Donate it.Drop it off to someone in need.Please.”I flutter my eyelids and prop out my hip.
In my low sweatpants and tight tank, it does the job.
“Fuck me,” one of them replies, pacing back, and I race back inside, grabbing the cushions and hoping Emily doesn’t get mad at me for donating her old sofa.
I’m not even sure if she owns it.Oh well, the apartment owner just got an upgrade.
I have no idea why Mason felt the need to buy this for me.I knew what our night and day together meant.He doesn’t owe me anything.I’m torn between being annoyed, but also the soft gray sectional sofa is incredibly soft.
I reposition it when the delivery guys disappear and sink down into it.
Oh, my lord, it doesn’t smell.
I’m in heaven.
I was really hoping to not think about him, and this is not helping.There are two weeks until the wedding, and now this lovely piece of furniture is just another reminder of him.
Who am I kidding?I’ve fallen for him, so I was never going to just forget.
Damn you, Mason.
I reach for my phone.
I assume you’re responsible for the delivery I just got.Are you crazy?Also, thank you.Flowers would’ve been fine.
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You’re welcome.
That’s it?
