And he loves me.
I’m home.I’ve found my home here with him, and I’ll fight to keep it.
I’m never letting him go.
Fifty-Two
LULU
“I’m not paying more than a thousand dollars for a pair of shoes.” I shake my head, and Scarlett laughs at me. “I’m serious.”
“Rome gave you his black card,” she reminds me as she tries on a pair of Dior sneakers. They’reso cute.And I love them.
I want them.
But I don’t like the idea of spending this much of Rome’s money.
“Our men have more money than God,” Scarlett adds with a grin. “They said we should go out and spoil ourselves today, and that’s what we’re doing. I’m excited for the spa after dinner. I so need another massage.”
“Is your back healed enough for a massage?” I ask her, and she nods.
“Yep. Just scars now. The massage should help that, too. Now, you’re getting those shoes.Andthe bag. You’re helping me celebrate, remember?”
I bite my lip, looking longingly at both.
I want them.
Scarlett is officially the new playroom manager at Rapture. Rome offered her the job yesterday, and she jumped at it. She doesn’t want to have sex with anyone but Luke, and this way, she gets to stay at the club that she loves so much. I’m so excited for her.
But I still don’t love the idea of dropping this much of Rome’s money.
Suddenly, Scarlett has her phone in her hand, tapping on the screen. She has it on speaker, holding it between us, when Luke answers on the second ring.
“Hey, baby. What’s up? Everything okay?”
“Everything’s great, and we’re havingso muchfun. Is Mr. Alexander with you?”
“He’s right here,” Luke says. I can hear the frown in his voice.
“It’s okay,” I say, not wanting to bring Rome into this. “Hang up.”
“Donothang up on me,” Rome says through the speaker, and that hard tone makes my core clench as heat moves through me. “What’s wrong, firefly?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“She’s afraid to spend too much money on shoes and bags,” Scarlett interjects. “And I told her to buy them, but you’re the boss, so?—”
“Buy whatever you want, Eloise. Buy the whole fucking store, I don’t care. There’s no limit on the card. I told you to have fun.”
“See?” Scarlett looks smug as fuck. “Told you.”
“I have my own money to spend?—”
“Scarlett, take me off speaker and pass the phone to my woman.”
Scarlett lifts an eyebrow and does as she’s told, and I press the phone to my ear.
“Hi.”
