Page 109 of Money Reigns
She’s still asleep.
Sprawled in my bed, wrapped in the scent of sex and sweat and her perfume still clinging to her skin.
Olivia.
MyOlivia.
I’ve never liked waking up next to anyone. I usually don’t. I leave. Or make them. Most don’t even make it past midnight. But this—
This feels…different.
Dangerously so.
Her cheek is pressed to my pillow, lips slightly parted, lashes still fluttering like she’s dreaming. There’s a faint pink flush across her chest. Her hair’s a mess, her body still glowing from last night, and I can’t fucking look away.
She tookeverythingI gave her.
Every inch.
Every word.
Every order.
Perfect.
My jaw flexes. I should let her sleep. Should let her rest. But part of me wants to wake her just to hear her say my name again, wrecked and breathless andfucking mine.
My chest tightens as I watch her, like something inside me is shifting, re-arranging itself in the space she’s already started to claim.
I’m not used to soft.
But with her, it’s effortless.
Natural.
Right.
She deserves more.
Not just orgasms and control. Not just this penthouse or a weekend in my bed.
She needs more designer dresses tailored to hug her curves. The kind of luxury that turns heads the second she walks into a room.
She needs hair products and makeup laid out for her every morning. Creams, palettes, the perfect shade of lipstick I’ll fuck off her lips before she finishes her first sip of coffee.
She needs her favorite perfume always stocked.
Purses. Shoes. A whole fucking store.
Whatever she wants, it’s mine to give her.
She needs to move in.
Soon.
I could have the closet cleared out in an hour. Drawers emptied. Security updated. Her name on the elevator list. Done before she even finishes brunch.
She might just be…
