“Pussy,” Ted coughed. He was changing on me. It was like he was finally growing some balls.
“Hey, it’s better than falling in love in a strip club,” Angel retorted, busting out her own mother.
“True, but at least it was fake,” Ted challenged.
“I told you, babe. I wasn’t your uncle,” I mocked.
“So when are we doing this? Don’t you have to get back to work?” my brother asked.
“Yeah, I need to get back next week, and I have to make sure she good well and bred before I go back,” I declared, getting a weak punch in my gut.
“I need to go back to Chicago. I do have a job, you know,” she told me.
“We’ll go there tomorrow, and then you can quit,” I stated.
“What?” She looked at me like I was insane.
I didn’t want to have a fight about it. I was in charge no matter what her ass thought. She might own my heart and dick, but I was the man. “You heard me. We are going to be living in Boston, and you’re going to be a stay-at-home wife.”
“Stay-at-home wife?” she balked.
“Listen. I work, and you stay home giving me little babies,” I reiterated. I wasn’t going to change my mind one bit. Breeding her became a mission since I first saw her get on the plane.
“Do you know how archaic you sound? ‘I’m breeding you,’” she said mockingly.
“Do you know how much you sound like a feminist? It’s not going to work, though, babe.”
“Should I learn to cook, sew, and start wearing modest dresses too?” she snapped at me. I just kissed her roughly, effectively shutting her up.
“If it makes you happy,” I murmured as I pulled our lips apart.
“Ass,” she admonished, but the venom was missing from her words. I smiled because I won easily.
“I don’t care. That’s what I want.”
“Well, what if I want to work?” she inquired. Angel didn’t know the truth about me because if she did, she’d understand that it would be a waste.
“She could work for me once in a while,” Ted offered.
I know my brother was trying to help me out, but I wanted him to shut the fuck up. “That could work, but what the fuck for? I have more than enough money for the both of us,” I bellowed.
“No offense, but the salary for a detective isn’t that much,” she responded.
“You didn’t tell her?” Ted let the cat out of the bag. It didn’t matter, really, because nothing would change my mind.
“You didn’t either?” I asked him
“Nope. It wasn’t my business. I wasn’t planning to stay with Candy, and I didn’t know how serious you two were.”
“Tell me what?” she questioned, looking back and forth between us.
I kissed her confused brow. “Baby, Ted isn’t the only one who’s a billionaire. I am one as well. We come from a wealthy family, but our parents were killed, leaving Ted and I with boatloads of money that we invested and tripled. I donate my salary as a detective.”
“For real?” The absolute shock on her face was funny, and Ted couldn’t stop with a little chuckle. We both looked at him and shook our heads.
“Yep, Angel. Your mother thought I was shit compared to Kevin, but I’m not just a civil servant,” I point out. I wanted to laugh about the cash cow. Candy had no idea, and I was going to make Candy aware of my status after Angel married me.
“You’re an amazing man to work even though you don’t have to do it. Now I understand why you don’t want me to work. I’d be stealing a job from someone else,” she replied. At least she didn’t get on me about not telling her about my money.
“Good, so will you marry me this weekend?” I asked while squeezing her tight.
“Are you actually asking?” she asked rhetorically.
“I was, but you’re a smart ass so the question is off the table. You’re going to marry me, understood?” I commanded.
“Yes, Uncle Dean,” she purred in my lap, making my dick hard again.
“Just so you know, I’m still keeping track. You’re racking them up, Angel,” I warned her ass. She was lucky my brother was here because she’d be deep throating me again.
“Oopsies,” she said coyly.
“You’re some kinky motherfuckers, but I’m glad to have contributed to your kinky cause. I’ll meet you for lunch in two hours at the restaurant downstairs.” Shaking his head as I grabbed my woman and kissed her, he left the room.
“So, babe, did you really have a good shower, or do you need me to help you out?” I suggested.
“I had a fantastic shower twice today, but I would definitely like a little assistance,” she whispered, taking my ear into her mouth and grazing it lightly with her teeth.