Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(12)

I check out, and they tell me that they will have everything delivered in a couple of hours. I walk over to the Apple store next door and grab her a laptop.

Next, I go to my phone carrier and get her an iPhone 7. Remembering that Torch’s woman is an author and that Alisha mentioned she loves to read, I decide I’ll go to Best Buy to get her an ereader. I get her the newest Kindle and decide I’ll load it up later for her. I just want her to have shit. She’s never had anything that was truly hers her whole fucking life, and I want to make things right for her.

After loading the laptop, the ereader, and the cell phone into my saddlebag, I head for home, excited to see her face. Fuck. I sound like a teenager, but I don’t give two shits.





I finally make it down the stairs after fifteen grueling minutes. Every movement on every step was torture. I sit on the couch and sink into the cushions, closing my eyes and waiting for the pain to ebb.

Five minutes later, I hear Jordan pulling up outside. Excitement bubbles up in me because he is home. I missed him more than I thought I would. A minute later, he comes into the house all smiles, and I give him the biggest smile ever. He stumbles and winks at me.

“You okay?” I ask.

He smiles that cocky smile. “I was just struck by your beauty.” He walks over to me and sets his bags on the coffee table.

Not able to resist telling him, I say, “I missed you.”

His head shoots over and he looks at me. “I missed you too, sweetheart.” He kisses me on the cheek, really close to my mouth.

I close my eyes. Placing my hand on his cheek, I grow a pair and kiss him on the cheek. I feel him jolt. He is just as affected by me as I am by him. I smile secretly to myself.

He pulls back. “I got you some stuff. I have a lady coming here this evening to fit you for size, and she’s going to pick out a wardrobe for you. I also bought you a bunch of personal items, and they will be delivered in a few hours.”

My jaw hits the floor. “Jordan,” I whisper. “You shouldn’t have done this. It’s too much. I can’t.” I shake my head. “It’s too much. I can’t accept all of this.”

Jordan gets down in front of me on his knees. “Angel, you deserve this and more. Let me spoil you.” He kisses me on the forehead.

I continue shaking my head. I can’t accept it. “Jordan—” I stop once his fingers touch my lips.

“You will,” he tells me point-blank, leaving no room for arguments.

“Thank you so much. But you didn’t need to do this for me.” Tears well up in my eyes at the kindness this man has shown me.

He scoots closer and clasps my face between his large hands. “Sweetheart, let me spoil you. I wanted to do this.”

I smile, wrap my arms around his neck, and hug him because I don’t know what else to say. Then I pull back and throw the blanket off my lap, which leaves me in his long shirt and his boxers. Jordan hands me the bags he walked in with and sets them in my lap.

I run my hand over the bag. “I love it.”

He chuckles, his eyes shining. “Angel, you haven’t seen what I got you yet.”

I shake my head, grinning. “It doesn’t matter. I love it anyway.”

I reach inside and pull out the biggest box first. I gasp at the sight: a MacBook Pro. I look at Jordan in shock. This is way too much. It had to be fifteen hundred dollars at least. I can’t accept this.

“Jordan—” I start.

But he covers my mouth. I roll my eyes and shift on the couch. I’m turning the box over and inspecting it when he says, “There’s more.”

I reach back inside the bag and pull an iPhone 7 out. Oh my God. “Jordan!” I yell.

“Don’t say a word. There’s more.”

I reach inside the other bag and pull out a Kindle Oasis. I gasp. I absolutely love to read. “Thank you, Jordan, so, so, so much!” I hug him tight, ignoring the pain.

There’s a knock at the door, so I peer around the side of the couch. I see a woman standing there, a folder in her hand. She starts waving at me. I look at Jordan, wondering who she is.

“That’s the woman who is going to do your wardrobe.” He stands up. “While she’s measuring you for everything, I will get all your devices set up.” He walks over to the door and lets her inside.

She walks in and walks directly to me. She grins, but her smile stops when she sees my face. She looks at Jordan and then back at me.

“How about we go into a different room?” she suggests.

I place my hand on the armrest and push myself, groaning in pain.

“Angel, let me help you get upstairs,” Jordan says as he picks me up bridal-style.