“It’s not the same thing and you know it. How would you feel if I went out every weekend and held some girl’s hand and wrapped my arm around her waist while I pretended to be madly in love with her in front of her family? Don’t act like that wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. We both know it would.”
She released a breath of defeat.
“Quit your job and we’ll go from there.”
“I can’t look at you right now.” She turned on her heel and walked into her bedroom. “Just go.” She slammed the bedroom door shut when she was inside.
I sighed then looked around the room as I tried to figure out what to do. I spotted the handcuffs on the couch and an idea came to me. I snatched them then walked into her bedroom. She was getting ready to go to sleep.
I threw her on the bed then handcuffed her wrists to the headboard.
“What the hell are you doing?” She tried to escape my hold but it wasn’t working.
“Now you can’t get away from me.” I pulled down her bottoms and her panties.
“Ash, seriously don’t. I’m not in the mood.”
“Neither am I.” I wanted to strangle her, actually. I pulled my clothes off and shoved a pillow under her hips.
“Ash, I said no. Now uncuff me.” She tried to slip her wrists through the hole.
“Sorry, baby.” I found her entrance then slid inside. “We have to have make up sex.”
“But we aren’t making up,” she growled. “I’m still pissed off at you.”
I thrust into her. “Because of that cream queen thing?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Well, I’m sorry.” I gripped her hips and pounded into her.
Her protests slowly diminished as my cock ring hit her in the right spot. Within seconds, moans escaped her mouth and she bit her lip in enjoyment. She pressed her palms to the headboard and thrust back into me.
Sex always made everything better.
I leaned over her and gave her a slow kiss. “I love you, cream queen.”
“I love you too, cock ring.”
I smirked from ear-to-ear. “I like that name.”
“Then I’ll call you that in front of your parents.”
I laughed. “I dare you.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Alessandra
“Shelly, I need to tell you something.” I sat at my desk and looked across the room at her.
She was playing solitaire, like usual. “Yes, I know Brad got back together with his ex. And she’s still a troll.”
“No, not that.”
“Then what?” she asked.
“I’m thinking about quitting.”
She stopped playing and set the cards down. “Quitting this job?”
I nodded.
“Why?”
“It’s a long story…”
She narrowed her eyes. “Ash. There, that was the short version.”
I cringed. “Yeah…”
She nodded in understanding. “It’s okay, Alessandra. I get it.”
“You do?” I asked in surprise. “I assumed you would be upset or tell me not to let him boss me around.”
“It doesn’t sound like he’s bossing you around,” she said. “It sounds like you’re making this decision on your own. And the guys who owned Beautiful Entourage before we bought it sold it for that exact reason. They settled down and got married and their women weren’t happy about their profession. I think it’s not absurd for Ash to feel uncomfortable by what you do.”
That wasn’t the reaction I was expecting.
“My only comment is…don’t quit your job and change everything for him unless he’s the one.” She searched my gaze for a reaction.
Ash was such a pain in the ass. He had no filter when it came to his words and he blurted everything out without thinking. He was argumentative and stubborn. He was so full of himself that it was borderline conceited. But I loved him so goddamn much. All the bad and the ugly didn’t change the way I felt. “He is.”
She smiled. “Then I think you’re making the right decision. You’ll find something else.”
“Like what?” I asked. “I didn’t go to college and I don’t have any skills other than being pretty.”
“Be a model.”
I cringed. “Ugh, no. I would never want to do that. I love food too much.”
“You’ll find something, Alessandra. It’s not like this is your passion.”
“But I don’t hate it either.”
“Believe me, working nights and weekends will get old when you’re in a serious relationship. And with marriage and kids…it’s just not practical. I’m all for doing what you want, but his request isn’t totally unfounded.”
“I don’t want to do it just to spite him.” I knew that made me ugly but I didn’t care. “I don’t want him to think he’ll always get his way when he wants something.”
“Tell him he won’t,” she said. “And you’re