Page 12 of Love Me Forever

I find my weekender bag and start to pack some clothes, toiletries, and shoes when Damien comes to sit on the only place I have to sit on, my bed.

“Gorgeous, you need a bigger place or maybe a bigger closet.” I can see him trying to hide his laughter while he’s talking.

“I know, but this place works for now, besides it’s only me. One day, I’ll have a bigger place and I’ll rent this space out to help supplement my income. Plus, if I get a bigger place, my shoe and clothes addiction will get even worse,” I squeak out before I’m being turned around and backed up. The back of my knees go to the bed and I’m sitting down.

Damien squats down in front of me, we’re now at eye level when he says, “Gorgeous, I admire you. Here you are, out on your own, you own a business and you’re always thinking one step ahead of the game. You have to be the most fearless person I’ve ever met before.”

I don’t know how to take his statement. At first, I’m speechless, but then I gather my wits.

“Damien, I’ve always had dreams as a little girl. One day, I’d become a successful business owner, get married, have the wedding of my dreams, have a couple of babies, and make sure that I could still work and provide for my family. I’m just trying to make sure I live up to my own expectations.”

“Proud of you, Baby. You’ll reach your goals. That I have no doubt.”

“Thank you, that means a lot to me. I mean, that you believe in me.”

He stands back up and helps me off the bed, he leans in and kisses my forehead. He doesn’t know it, but him holding onto those subtle kisses to my forehead, makes me fall deeper and deeper into him.

I finish packing and we head back through the shop to make sure it’s all closed until tomorrow. I only work half days on Saturday and for that I’m really thankful because I want to spend as much time with Damien as I can. Maybe he’ll even let me cook for him this weekend. I mean, he’s seen my kitchen, which isn’t much, but I’d love to bake. My oven is not conducive for that, not at all.

“Hey, Damien. Do you think I can cook at your place this weekend?” I ask when I get up the gumption to ask.

“Yea, Gorgeous. You can cook anytime you want,” he tells me. I’m already thinking about what I want to make.

Chapter Thirteen

Damien

Fuck, seeing her in my home, in the kitchen while she writes down a grocery list for what she intends to cook this weekend, makes that spot in my chest ache. It feels so good to have her here that I want her here permanently.

She’s humming in between her writing and searching to see what’s in the pantry. I want to laugh, knowing it’s pointless for her to even look in the pantry, because let’s face it, I was a bachelor for a long time before she came along. Add into that my traipsing back and forth to every which country I need to be at next and that pantry is close to being empty.

I pick up my phone, going to the app and ordering two pizzas. Amelia may want to cook this weekend, but we need food tonight and I know she doesn’t want to leave the house any more than I do. She’s already changed out of her work clothes and her hair is back in the messy bun I love so much, if only to see the curve of her neck. She’s making my cock so fucking hard and she’s barely doing anything. She doesn’t have a stitch of make up on, she’s just in her natural beauty. I can see her years down the road, standing in the kitchen maybe having a toddler at her feet playing with the pots and pans and a baby on her hip. Maybe there’s one of each, and I find that I want that fucking bad. I just have to get Amelia on board with it now.

After I order the pizza and she finishes her grocery list, she comes around to the living room and sits down on the couch with me.

“Watcha got on your list?” I ask. She hands me the list, I glance over it. Shocked to see how much we’ll need. I set it down on the table and gather her into my arms, “I’ll go grab it all while you’re at work, then grab you when you close down for the day.”

“Okay, Handsome,” she says as I lean in to kiss her.

I could get drunk off of her kisses. When we break a part there’s a knock on the door. I get up and answer the door, pay the delivery guy then go to the kitchen grabbing some plates, napkins, and take the pizza to the living room. I figure we’ll eat out there tonight while we both unwind from the week. I pass by Amelia, her fingers trailing my arm as she goes to grab our drinks.

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