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feeling awkward still.

Like I’m the only one not contributing anything. And Mason has so much else to worry about.

Chapter Twenty

Mason

I’m the luckiest man alive, the man who has everything.

Having Jules by my side, having claimed her properly as my woman now. It’s perfect. Everything’s perfect.

She’s perfect.

But it seems the more I try to make Jules happy, the harder she takes it.

The harder I make it for myself.

She likes me in jeans and a tee, and so do I. But maybe trying to fit her out with a million dollar wardrobe in one afternoon was too much.

I thought girls liked to shop?

Over our late lunch, I get it out of her.

“You just lost a company, Mason, and now you want to buy me all these clothes. And the jewelry?” she exclaims, looking worried.

I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it.

“Jules,” I calmly inform her. “That real estate development company? That’s about a half a percent of my holdings. And if you want to split hairs, I think you’re worth a million Thorne enterprises put together. I’d sell it all tomorrow if it meant we could just-”

I stop mid-sentence, enjoying the idea of selling and riding off into the sunset with just her. Then watch as her face becomes a puzzle as my smile beams, I lean over and holding her face with both my hands, I kiss her deeply.

“Thank you!” I tell her, smiling wider than ever. “That auction donation saved me around six million in taxes too by the way… so a few clothes and a watch? I wouldn’t sweat it,” I tell her, reminding myself to go slow with her.

Most people think a thousand dollars is a lot of money, Mason.

My phone pings and I cringe, forgetting I left it on.

“Sorry,” I tell her. “This is supposed to be just us today.”

Jules shrugs, and feeling a lot better about things, she helps herself to some cheesecake and I steal a forkful from her.

It’s delicious.

The message though. Fitch has been digging, asking around. Turns out none of the executives even know about tomorrow’s meeting.

I CC him on the original email instructions I sent Nicholas and ask Fitch to arrange it ASAP.

Jules winks at me, sucking her fork as I feel her barefoot creeping up between my legs, giving me a welcome distraction.

I’d normally be furious about work, but Jules, when she’s happy, makes me happy, just by her being here.

Even if she’s not happy, it’s a lot easier to achieve than trying to dodge these Thorne executives’ knives in my back.

Where is Nicholas though?

“Are we heading back to your place?” Jules asks, teasingly. Her foot starting to work the thick line of my arousal through my jeans, making me appreciate the adjustments I had Giles and his tailors make.

‘I just need a little extra room in the front of my pants from now on…’

“Are you done shopping?” I ask her, feeling a low growl escape me as she purrs, pressing her foot harder into my member.

“I’m only gonna want you to tear all those clothes off me anyhow,” she coos after glancing around to make sure we really are alone.

I’ve never finished up a meal quicker in my life. Once Jules gets dressed, a simple jeans and tee arrangement to match mine I had them run up, I pump Giles’ hand on the way out, telling him to have everything sent over when it’s ready and patting my side pocket I give him a wink.

“Send the account up too!” I add, noting how pleased he looks to see me with a girl on my arm for once.

“Yes, Mr. Thorne. Right away,” he calls out after us as we literally skip back to my car like a couple of teenagers on spring break.

It seems easier to get Jules in the mood when we’re alone, and when there’s no pressure, food helps too, I’m noticing but that could just be from my end too.

I struggle to focus the few blocks drive back to my place, with Jules recounting all the ways she wants me to please her once we get there.

I have to order her not to touch me too much when I’m driving. “It’s too dangerous. I just can’t focus when you do that,” I tell her honestly.

I make it in good time, feeling a dampness start to spread at the top of my new jeans by the time I have her in my arms in the elevator on the way up.

Once the doors open, she’s got her legs