I gave a curt nod.
She took her eyes off me for a second, her manicured nails scratching the back of her head. “With this barrage of gifts and very pleasant surprises, I highly doubt anything else will shock me today.”
She had no idea.
I stepped forward, my expression soft but serious. “Move into my bedroom.”
She froze for a moment, her brows slowly rising in disbelief. “Okay, I take it back. Iamshocked.”
“I mean, we’re married, so I figured we might as well share the same bed,” I answered.
She looked confused and surprised at the same time.
“Plus, being closer to me guarantees your safety,” I added. “And in case you haven’t noticed, that’s my priority as your husband.”
She was quiet, staring at me like she was weighing her options. “Hmm. That’s quite a deal you’re offering,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving my face.
“As a businessman, I can tell you that itisa pretty good deal.”
She pressed her lips together, as if trying to conceal the smile struggling to break free. “Okay.”
I tilted my head to the side. “What? I didn’t quite catch that,” I teased her.
She cackled but refused to respond, even though her charming smile said it all.
Chapter 15 – Emika
First, it was the unplanned sex—mind-blowing and breathtaking, by the way. Then it was the gifts the morning after. And then came the offer that seemed too good to be true.
“Move into my bedroom.”
Those words were intentional, premeditated, and carefully thought out. He didn’t act out of impulse, nor did he make the decision on the spot. And that only proved one thing to me: His view of who I was had changed.
Adrik had gone out of his way to buy me designer clothes that could last me a lifetime. The man practically bought me a whole boutique. But the gesture that really touched my heart was the new desk.
Sitting on that couch for hours had already been hurting my back and my spine. He noticed. He noticed that little detail and decided to put an end to it. What that told me was that he cared.
Adrik Tarasov was a devil. No doubt. But at least he was starting to make me his priority. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he’d grown a heart overnight.
It had been two days since I moved into his bedroom: a space twice the size of mine. I didn’t think a single room could be so massive and exceptionally clean.
The TV and king-sized bed were bigger, the air smelled better, and even the furniture had a more elegant style. The room screamed luxury at its peak, and I fit in just fine.
Things felt a bit awkward on the first night, but nothing crazy happened. He didn’t make any moves to touch me, and part of me was glad he didn’t. That said, I was a little disappointed deep down.
However, allowing me to settle in on my first night was the right thing to do. It showed that he cared about my pride as a woman and not just my body.
Was it just me, or was he giving ‘intentional man’ vibes?
That night, I had the best sleep I’d had in a long time. How ironic, considering that I’d slept in a monster’s den. I had the sweetest dreams, and in one, my mother was discharged from the hospital, hale and hearty.
Despite my initial doubts, my grandfather—true to his word—had held up his end of the bargain. He made sure that my mother was getting the best treatment money could buy.
She should be back on her feet in no time.
Earlier today, my grandfather had called me, asking to speak with me about something important. I didn’t know why, but I found myself asking if I could come with my husband.
The pause on the other line had been evidence of his shock. He didn’t make a big fuss about it; he only said it was a family matter. The second he said that, my heart skipped a beat. I asked him if it had anything to do with my mother’s health.
