Page 110 of Money Reigns
No.
I stop the thought dead in its tracks.
Because if she’s mine permanently…
That means being a Beaumont.
And Beaumont’s don’t love clean. We ruin. Werotfrom the inside out.
If I keep her, if I make her mine the way I want to, it won’t be long before the blood of my name starts staining hers too.
I’ll destroy her just by letting her love me.
And I don’t know if I’ll care enough to stop it.
My name can’t be trusted with anything good.
Especially not someone like her.
I shake it off and slide out of bed, careful not to wake her. My feet hit the cool floor, and I head for the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water like it’ll wash the thoughts away.
It doesn’t.
I glance over my shoulder toward the bedroom, my jaw tightening.
She’ll be hungry when she wakes up.
I grab my phone, already typing.
Room service won’t cut it. She deserves the best. I find her favorite breakfast spot and order everything she loves.Extra. Enough to make her smile, to make her feel spoiled.
Because she is.
She’s mine now.
And I’m going to make sure she never forgets what that means.
I order everything she needs and I wait.
The tray of food sits ready by the bed, steam curling in the air. Truffle eggs, croissants, roasted potatoes, a seasonal fruit compote I had them remake twice until it looked good enough for her.
Only the best.
And next to it, the bags. Clothes delivered at dawn. Dresses, shoes, makeup, everything she should have at her fingertips. Everything I’ll give her without hesitation.
I sit in the armchair across the room, shirtless, sweatpants low on my hips, watching her.
Hours pass, and I don’t move.
Can’t.
I wait for the scent of breakfast to wake her.
Her chest rises and falls in slow, steady breaths. Her lips are parted, swollen from my kisses.
I begin to catalog.
Every curve I worshipped.
