Shaking my head at his perpetual lusting, I bring him outside, across the veranda and over to our giant swimming pool area. Surrounded by rocks and plants, even a waterfall and a hidden cave that contains the hot tub, the space is fantastic. We put a lot of work into making it the perfect space for us. It’s like a West Coast version of the Ivory mansion’s indoor garden.
And now I’ve added some moredecor…
Pulling Angel around the corner, I pause in front of the giant birdcage.
“Tada!” I beam.
Angel is immediately speechless.Perfecto. That’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
“Oh… my God,” he gasps, wide green eyes sparkling in amazement.
“Your very own birdcage, pajarito. Just like in the mansion,” I tell him. “Okay, a little different. But see, it has furniture inside, a fire pit over here, all of your pants and vines… And, the best part… The aviary!”
Angel gasps. “Holy fuck… Diablo, it’s incredible!”
He strides inside, spinning and twirling, admiring the beautiful setup and the great detail. Until he notices something. About the birds.
“The sparrows,” he whispers. “You got sparrows!”
“Not just any old sparrows, baby,” I murmur. “Yoursparrows. From the mansion. I had them brought over.”
He’s frozen for a solid five seconds, just gaping at me. And then he leaps into my arms, wrapping his legs around his waist.
“Baby… thank you.” He decorates my neck with kisses. “This is the best surprise ever… And you thought you’d be bad at relationships.” He pins me with a coy look.
“Am I killing it?” I beam.
He laughs. “Diablo, you’re decapitating it.”
“Oh, well, pajarito…” I chuckle, carrying him over to the fancy daybed. “That I certainly can do.”
He’s giggling as I lay him down on the bed, kissing his lips softly.
Then I dart away, closing the door to the cage, locking him inside.
Angel sits up slowly, grinning at first, until I hum, “Sorry, pajarito. But I had to get you back in your cage.”
His face melts into confusion. “Wait… what??” He jumps up, dashing to the bars. He yanks on them, glaring at me. “You’re not serious…”
I bite my lip.Of course I’m not.
I’d love to keep this going a little longer, because he is truly stunning when he’s angry… But I’m too impatient.
“I might have left a spare key in there somewhere.” I cock my head. “But you have to find it.”
“Diablo, I am not playing right now,” he growls. “I’m going to kick your ass.”
I shrug. “You have to get out first.”
“Ugh!” He stomps around, stubbornly whipping things everywhere in search of the key that’s literally hanging in front of his face. From a birdcage lamp.
When he stops pouting long enough to pay attention, he spots it, snatching it off the lamp.
“Ha!” He stalks to the door.
It takes him sticking the key into the lock tofinallynotice the black diamond ring tied to it with a ribbon, and I’mdying.
“Surprise,” I whisper.
