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Authors: Nelle L'Amour
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only one for me.”
“Oh, Owen,” she murmured, her voice just above a whisper. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
With a smile, I kissed the top of her head. “Come on, let’s call it a day. It’s time to go home.”
A sudden sullenness swept over my Olive’s face, and she looked like she might again burst into tears.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
“I have no home. Remember? My landlord kicked me out of my apartment for not paying my rent.”
I tilted up her chin. “Don’t worry, my love, you’re coming home with me. Wait till you meet Mollien.”
M y eyes grew as wide as saucers and my jaw dropped to the floor of the monstrous SUV Owen was driving as we approached his house.
“Wow! That’s your house?” I gasped.
I couldn’t stop staring at it as we wound up the private road that led to it. I guess I didn’t give much thought to what kind of house he might live in, but I sure wasn’t expecting this. It was a huge, gated stucco mansion that seemed to be glazed in pink frosting. A lit up pink palace surrounded by palm trees and with a city-view to die for.
“Yup. This is where I live. Meet Mollien.”
“This is Mollien?” I had pondered who she was during the drive but hadn’t dared to ask because I didn’t want my jealousy to rear its ugly self again. And besides, I thought it was probably just his French cook or live-in housekeeper.
“Yeah. I named the house after my mother. When I first saw it, it reminded me of her. Big, beautiful, warm, and inviting. Just like you, Olive.”
The house was palatial. Fit for a king. It looked like it might have dozens of rooms.
“You live here all by yourself?” I ventured as he pulled into the detached three-car garage.
“Yeah, I’m kind of a loner. I’d been hoping my mother would live in the guesthouse, but she passed away just before I moved in.”
“I’m sorry.” I knew what it was like to lose a parent and was curious to learn more about his mother. Perhaps later, but not now.
“What part of town is this?” I asked instead.
“Los Feliz.” He hopped out of the vehicle and then rounded it to help me out. “Come.”
Come. The word hummed in my ears as he led me to the front entrance of his house. How many times had I come for him today? Four times, maybe five? The aftershocks of my epic orgasms were still rolling through my core and making me eager for more. What would tonight bring? My body trembled with excitement as he opened the front door. And then he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
“What are you doing, Owen?”
“I’m practicing carrying my bride-to-be across the threshold. It was either this or dragging you inside by your beautiful hair.”
I couldn’t help laughing. This gorgeous man was so over the top. And such a contradiction. A barbaric caveman yet such a romantic. Of course, I didn’t believe a word he was saying. I’d known him for less than a day, and he was acting crazy calling me his bride-to-be. I hardly knew him and he hardly knew me.
Then my laughter halted, giving way to a gasp. The interior of his magnificent house came into view. It was breathtaking. As palatial as the exterior, filled with gilded antiques, sparkling crystal chandeliers, and a sweeping staircase.
“Oh my God! Your house is so beautiful!” While I’d seen photos of homes like this in magazines I perused while waiting in supermarket lines, I’d never stepped foot in one. Let alone with a man like this.
Still in his arms, we skirted by his massive, antique-filled living room on the right and the palatial dining room on the left before heading up the majestic winding staircase. Along the way, we passed a framed portrait of a stunning young woman with midnight black hair and piercing blue eyes, who looked a lot like him. A sister? An old girlfriend?
“Where are we going?” I asked, shoving the thought of another woman to the back of my mind as we approached the top of the stairs.
“I’m
“Oh, Owen,” she murmured, her voice just above a whisper. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”
With a smile, I kissed the top of her head. “Come on, let’s call it a day. It’s time to go home.”
A sudden sullenness swept over my Olive’s face, and she looked like she might again burst into tears.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
“I have no home. Remember? My landlord kicked me out of my apartment for not paying my rent.”
I tilted up her chin. “Don’t worry, my love, you’re coming home with me. Wait till you meet Mollien.”
M y eyes grew as wide as saucers and my jaw dropped to the floor of the monstrous SUV Owen was driving as we approached his house.
“Wow! That’s your house?” I gasped.
I couldn’t stop staring at it as we wound up the private road that led to it. I guess I didn’t give much thought to what kind of house he might live in, but I sure wasn’t expecting this. It was a huge, gated stucco mansion that seemed to be glazed in pink frosting. A lit up pink palace surrounded by palm trees and with a city-view to die for.
“Yup. This is where I live. Meet Mollien.”
“This is Mollien?” I had pondered who she was during the drive but hadn’t dared to ask because I didn’t want my jealousy to rear its ugly self again. And besides, I thought it was probably just his French cook or live-in housekeeper.
“Yeah. I named the house after my mother. When I first saw it, it reminded me of her. Big, beautiful, warm, and inviting. Just like you, Olive.”
The house was palatial. Fit for a king. It looked like it might have dozens of rooms.
“You live here all by yourself?” I ventured as he pulled into the detached three-car garage.
“Yeah, I’m kind of a loner. I’d been hoping my mother would live in the guesthouse, but she passed away just before I moved in.”
“I’m sorry.” I knew what it was like to lose a parent and was curious to learn more about his mother. Perhaps later, but not now.
“What part of town is this?” I asked instead.
“Los Feliz.” He hopped out of the vehicle and then rounded it to help me out. “Come.”
Come. The word hummed in my ears as he led me to the front entrance of his house. How many times had I come for him today? Four times, maybe five? The aftershocks of my epic orgasms were still rolling through my core and making me eager for more. What would tonight bring? My body trembled with excitement as he opened the front door. And then he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
“What are you doing, Owen?”
“I’m practicing carrying my bride-to-be across the threshold. It was either this or dragging you inside by your beautiful hair.”
I couldn’t help laughing. This gorgeous man was so over the top. And such a contradiction. A barbaric caveman yet such a romantic. Of course, I didn’t believe a word he was saying. I’d known him for less than a day, and he was acting crazy calling me his bride-to-be. I hardly knew him and he hardly knew me.
Then my laughter halted, giving way to a gasp. The interior of his magnificent house came into view. It was breathtaking. As palatial as the exterior, filled with gilded antiques, sparkling crystal chandeliers, and a sweeping staircase.
“Oh my God! Your house is so beautiful!” While I’d seen photos of homes like this in magazines I perused while waiting in supermarket lines, I’d never stepped foot in one. Let alone with a man like this.
Still in his arms, we skirted by his massive, antique-filled living room on the right and the palatial dining room on the left before heading up the majestic winding staircase. Along the way, we passed a framed portrait of a stunning young woman with midnight black hair and piercing blue eyes, who looked a lot like him. A sister? An old girlfriend?
“Where are we going?” I asked, shoving the thought of another woman to the back of my mind as we approached the top of the stairs.
“I’m
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