Chasing Heartbreak (Dark Love #6) - Kat T. Masen Page 0,81
games. Living the mom life.”
I keep my smile fixed. Noah enjoys pushing my buttons just to goad me. That much is evident when I see him side-eye me with an annoying smirk on his face.
“You know, maybe, I hear soccer moms get bored with their workaholic husbands. Always away at the office. Before you know it, I’ll be binge-reading romance novels when the kids are at school waiting for the plumber to arrive,” I tease, watching his face fall. “Oh, wait, or is that a carpenter? I can never remember who wears the short shorts with the tanned-colored work boots.”
“Okay, jokes over. I like you in the office where I can keep my eye on you.”
I lean back in the seat with a satisfied smile and admire the large houses we drive past.
I’ve only been here for a few days when Charlie springs on me a place not too far from hers which just came on the market. They are motivated sellers, something about a nasty divorce and a wandering pussy. Charlie’s words—not mine.
Noah agrees, but the only time we can fit it in is today during lunch. It should’ve been a quick trip if Noah didn’t insist on taking a detour because he claims he’s suffering blue balls.
Despite my arguing that not only did we have sex for four straight hours last night, we also snuck in some anal in the shower this morning. He continues to amaze me with his stamina, something I thought I could keep up with but clearly, I’m drained. Adjusting to the time zone becomes more problematic than I thought, my body still on Parisian time. Nevertheless, he got the blow he desperately craved on some abandoned street near a hiking trail.
Noah pulls up to the house as we hop out of the car and greet the realtor.
The house is privately gated, English Tudor nestled within the historic Santa Monica mountains. It has six bedrooms, five baths, large living areas, plus a gourmet kitchen. Noah holds my hand as we walk through, and I bite my tongue to stop myself from commenting on the wainscoting.
There’s a large study area should either one of us need to work from home. The more I see the property, the more I fall in love with it.
The realtor takes us to the master bedroom, where our eyes are immediately drawn to the tacky mirrored ceiling. I turn to look as he does the same.
“You would think,” I whisper. “If you had these mirrors, the wife’s pussy didn’t need attention elsewhere.”
Noah bows his head, chuckling softly beside me. “It’s awful, but I think it’s the selling point of this house.”
I nudge him with my elbow, knowing all too well that if we buy this house, Noah will not take them down.
Outside is a sprawling backyard with a luscious green lawn, a large pool with spa on the side, a basketball court, plus striking views of rolling hills and scenic mountain ranges, making it the perfect location.
“So, what do you think?” the realtor asks, looking hopeful.
“It’s a nice property,” I tell him, keeping my expression fixed. “We’ll have a talk and get back to you soon.”
I shake his hand, prompting our exit, not giving any indication of how I truly feel because that’s the first sign of weakness. Negotiation is a strong trait of mine, and there’s not a chance in hell we’ll pay their asking price.
Inside the car, I turn to Noah. “What do you think?”
“That you’re a shark with excellent negotiation skills.”
“I mean about the house.”
“It’s beautiful, it has everything we need, but to be honest, I don’t care as long as you’re by my side.”
“Cue the romantic talk, Mason,” I huff with a playful smile. “But did you see the wainscoting?”
Noah covers his face with his hands, releasing a groan. “Enough with the wainscoting. I don’t care about that. If you love it, it’s ours.”
I do love it. I love it too much. Charlie knew I’d love it, and because Charlie loves it, and we have similar tastes, I know this will be the one.
“I don’t want to give Richard an offer just yet. The sellers are motivated. I did a little snooping, and a large percentage of this sale will go to the pussy cheater. So, the jilted husband will accept lower just to get her back.”
“How do you even know all this?”
“Don’t underestimate my power, baby.”
Noah’s phone buzzes between us. He reaches to grab it, reading the text with a concerned expression on his face.