Even though Dove finds it difficult to accept that this is her life, she’s just going to have to catch up. I’m not slowing down.
CHAPTER 9
DOVE
I’m surrounded by a mixture of luxury goods and practical presents along with enough wrapping paper and ribbons to make it look like Christmas exploded. I have no idea how to feel about it. The gifts are amazing and this is the best Christmas morning I can remember.
But it feels wrong accepting all of the gifts surrounding me. They feel like charity even though I’m sure Angelo doesn’t see them that way.
I can’t remember waking up to gifts under the tree when I was growing up. Most of the time there wasn’t even a tree. Even after I went into the system, the best I got was a stocking with a few practical gifts inside. It was nothing like this.
“You did too much,” I try to argue with Angelo. Again.
Angelo only smiles softly at me. This man is infuriating. Part of me wishes I could refuse all of these gifts, but the other part wants to keep them all.
Because the gifts surrounding me are gorgeous.
There are a few coats which look like they were tailored tome. Knowing Angelo, even if only for a short time, I wouldn’t be surprised if they are. The man has definitely put in the time memorizing my body so I’m sure he could figure it out.
There is clothing, a lot of clothing. It’s not all fancy stuff either, there are outfits here to fit every scenario and season. I’m not sure how he managed to get fresh summer outfits, but he did. I’m sure he just paid for the privilege to get access to items early which aren’t even in stores.
It feels like something he would do for sure.
Jewelry sparkles in small, expensive boxes around me as well. There are a few pieces, including a necklace with our initials hanging from it, perfect for everyday wear. Then there are gems far bigger than I’m comfortable with that should only be worn at some fancy event.
I’m not exactly the kind of girl who goes to a lot of fancy events. I certainly have the jewelry, dresses, and shoes to attend one of those events now.
There’s no way I’m giving back the shoes. They’re all mine now. I can’t even fathom how much money was spent on them.
There are all types too. Heels. Boots. Sandals. Platforms. Flats. Tennis shoes. I’m practically drowning in shoes. And I love them.
Fuck, don’t even get me started on the purses. They’re gorgeous and so soft. I shouldn’t accept them, but I also just want to spread them all over the bed and sleep with them. That’s how amazing they are and how much I love them.
As I’m looking at everything around me, my heart sinks. “You shouldn’t have done this,” I try to tell him again. “I tried to get you something yesterday, but…,” my words trail off as myeyes widen and I look over at Angelo to find him staring at me intently. I wave my hand, trying to dismiss my words, “Forget I said anything.”
“Oh,la mia pace,” he admonishes me when one side of his mouth tips up into a smirk, “you don’t really expect that to work, do you?”
He moves closer to me, his muscles banking all the power of a predator. His gaze has locked onto me and the intensity of it has my breath catching in my throat.
Fuck me. I wish I could take the words back, but Angelo probably already knows all about what went down at that snooty fucking store. He was probably waiting for me to bring it up.
And I didn’t.
I’m going to blame the high of opening all of these gifts. My whole system is out of whack because of it. I’m not used to this feeling inside of me. It’s a delicious mix of safety and comfort which seems to make my lips far too loose about things I shouldn’t be talking about.
I let out a low groan as my head falls back on my shoulders and the expensive as hell presents surrounding me, which include tablets, a new phone, and a laptop, are momentarily forgotten.
“I see you figured out that I already know, Dove,” Angelo’s voice is a low, seductive rumble that shoots straight through me. “Still, I’d like to hear it from you.”
There’s no hint of demand in his voice, but it is one all the same. A demand I’m powerless against.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” I try to argue with him, but the look on his face tells me he would like to be the judge of that.
When I huff and roll my eyes, his gaze darkens and I’m positive he’s thinking about spanking me again. I have a feeling my ass is going to be pink before those cinnamon rolls go in the oven. Hopefully, I’ll be able to sit down to enjoy the breakfast he promised me.
Not that I really mind.
I danced among the stars the other day when Angelo bent me over the island and spanked my ass before fucking me hard and filling me with his cum.
