I stop breathing.
“I got you this,” he says.
“Phoenix, you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to.”
“You’re impossible.” That’s the best I can come up with because I’m still shell-shocked. Whatever is hiding in that box is going to knock me on my ass. I’m sure of it.
“I bought it for you in Beverly Hills and kept it in the safe in the bedroom when we arrived. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Congratulations, it’s a big fucking surprise.”
“The minute I saw it, I knew it had your name all over it. Now, that I see you in all your glory, it’s perfect.” He flashes me a pantie-melting smile, blinding me.
Phoenix opens the box.
My hands fly up to my cover my mouth and I gasp inside my palms.
Oh, my freaking God.
Myriad emotions ricochet through me at the sight of the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen in my life other than my wedding ring and the rest of my wedding collection. It’s like a thousand little diamonds are winking at me under the light.
My eyes bounce from the dazzling bling to Phoenix’s expectant gaze.
“Please tell me those aren’t diamonds,” I say, placing a hand against my beating heart. Perhaps not the most eloquent words, but Holy Jesus, this necklace must have cost a fortune.
“We’ve had this discussion before, Michaela. As my wife, you deserve the best.”
“Phoenix, this is stunning.”
“And it will look even better around your neck.” He traces my breasts with one finger. “It complements the bodice of the dress and it will accentuate the swell of your tits.”
I shiver under his touch.
“Turn around. Let me put it on.”
“Okay.”
He slips it on.
I place a hand against the necklace as if it’s going to fall.
“All done,” Phoenix says, closing the clasp.
“Let me go see myself in the mirror.”
“Use my phone.” He produces it.
I take it from him.
This is stunning.
“You like it?”
“No. Nope. Not at all. I. Love. It.”
“I’m glad you do,” he says. “One more thing.”
