Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
"I hope so."
"I know so."
"Okay." She nods. "Next is you."
"Me?"
"Yes, we need to find something for you. Something special." She smiles. "You deserve something great."
"Whatever you get me will be fine," I assure her.
"No, it's not. It has to be good. Great, even."
"Why's that?"
"Because I want to get you something really special."
"Iris, seriously, just whatever you choose will be fine," I hiss as I watch her eyes glide over the new collection.
"No. Because I need to show you how much you mean to me. How important you are. You've given me the most precious gift, and I've never been more grateful."
"What are you talking about?" I demand as I lead the way to the register, signaling the shop assistant.
"You." Iris winks. "You gave me the most incredible few days, and I never want to forget that."
"Neither do I."
"I want to give you something that will remind you of me." She winks. "I already have something, remember?"
I think of the tattoo I inked on her myself, and my cock stirs.
"You're not wrong. But there's no need to buy me anything, Iris," I hiss, grabbing her wrist.
"Why?"
"Because," I growl, turning her to face me. "I'll never forget you."
"You can't promise that," she whispers.
"Sure, I can."
"I want to get you a nice watch. A special watch. One that reminds you of our time together," she whines as I pay the woman.
"Fine," I sigh, signaling our driver to collect the parcel.
But now, Iris is pouting, her arms crossed.
"You can't just pay for me like that. This is a Christmas present. From me to Rosa," she insists.
"You'll get over it."
"I will not. Take me to a different store," she demands.
"I'm not taking you anywhere," I hiss.
"What are you doing? Let me go."
"No. You're going to sit here, and we're going to spend time together. And that's it," I warn.
"Viper, this isn't fair," she moans.
"Life's not fair, Iris. Now, calm down. I'm taking you to get hot chocolate. How does that sound?" I laugh, awkwardly waving the assistant away.
"Fine," she sighs.
"You can get me a watch for Christmas. But I'm getting you something, too," I hiss, grabbing her arm and leading her through the mall.
"You really don't have to," she protests, but I ignore her as we walk up to a cafe and I order two hot chocolates.
"You're spoiling me." She smiles as I hand her the drink.
"I could do this all day, baby," I promise.
"This is perfect." She sighs, leaning into me.
"A perfect day for a perfect woman."
"Stop. You're going to make me blush."
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Nothing." She giggles. "I'm just not used to being treated like this."
"Well, you'll get used to it. Because I'm going to do this every chance I get," I warn.
"Really?"
"Yes. Really. Now, let's get out of here and get you something," I mutter.
"Nope." She smiles. "You first."
I groan as she sees the Rolex sign and drags me into a store.
Iris has no clue how much money I have, and the truth is, she wouldn't care.
But she's about to find out, because the second I see the watch, I know I want it.
"It's beautiful," she sighs, stroking the glass. "And expensive."
"Not that expensive," I assure her.
"Yeah, if you have millions of dollars." She laughs.
"Maybe I do." I wink, and she shakes her head.
"That's impossible."
"Why's that? It's a very plausible thing."
"Viper, please. Tell me. How much does a watch like this cost?"
"Forty thousand." I shrug, and her mouth drops open.
"You're joking, right? Tell me you're fucking joking."
"Nope." I smirk, and she gasps, clutching her throat.
"Viper," she cries.
"I told you not to worry," I smile, taking her hand.
"How can you just spend forty thousand dollars like that?"
"Because it's Christmas, and I can," I mutter. "It's nothing."
"It's not nothing," she insists, shaking her head. "Viper, that's a lot of money. Way more than I've ever had."
"Don't worry," I hiss. "Please."
"I'm trying," she groans. "But I can't afford anything like this. You've just reminded me why I'm not a billionaire." She grins, and I can't help but laugh.
"It's fine. Let me enjoy it, and then, you can pick your presents. I won't stop you, and then, we can leave."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Thank you. It's just weird." She sighs.
"Why's that?"
"I never imagined spending so much money. I always thought that was the kind of money that celebrities have, you know. It's just crazy to think about it being real. About someone being able to afford it." She shrugs, and I shake my head.
"Baby, money's not real," I hiss.
"What are you talking about?"
"Money is a concept. It's not real. The only thing that's real is happiness," I explain. "I've spent a long time trying to build an empire, and the truth is, I don't even enjoy it."
"Why's that?"
"Because it takes time away from what I really care about," I hiss.
"Family?"
"And you." I nod.
"You barely know me."
"I don't have to know you. I felt it from the first moment I saw you," I whisper, kissing her neck.