saw an opening. “I actually have an assistant,” I said.
“You do?” He sounded amused.
“Yes. And by assistant, I mean a friend who needs a job.”
He was quiet. “Very well. I will give the job to your friend. Conditionally based on performance.”
Oooh, that would go over well with Sadie. “Done,” I said. Hey, she needed rent.
He continued. “And we'll talk about the honeymoon this weekend...”
My ears perked up at that. “Honeymoon?” I said. “Where?”
He ran his fingers through my hair. An affectionate gesture. I yawned. “Anywhere you like,” he said. He was starting to sound far away. “And I think we should still go shopping for your wedding boudoir.”
“Boudoir?” I mumbled.
“Yes. You'll need toys and things that are all your own.”
A fetish and sex toy shopping spree all for me. How romantic.
“Well,” I said, “I already liked that buttplug you used. We can keep that. There. That's one thing off the list.”
“You like it?” Anton said, and he sounded far away to my foggy brain. “We will keep it. Consider it one of my wedding presents to you.”
Who the fuck gives a buttplug to the wife they barely even know as a wedding present? I wanted to ask him, but I was too tired. Besides, I already knew the answer: Anton Waters did.
Anton Waters did a lot of strange things. And I wanted to know why.
But for now, I needed to sleep, so I drifted off, nestled against Anton's chest, listening to the beat of his heart.
I slept like a baby.
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To be continued in Bartered Submission: The Billionaire's Wife, Part 5!