War of Hearts (Storm MC Reloaded 2)

His expression turns to one of respect and then he says, “Okay, keep Friday free.”

“For?” I know what for, but this is about my boundaries. If there’s one thing my shrink taught me, it’s that I need to establish boundaries for how I’ll allow men to treat me. I accept Fury’s bossy ways. I even find them a turn-on. But that doesn’t mean I won’t let him know what I need. And what I need here is the opportunity to agree or disagree with something he wants rather than simply going along with whatever he says.

“For our first date.”

I smile. “Yes. I’ll keep Friday free.”

We end the call and his smile is the last thing I think about before I fall asleep. His smile reaches places in me that no man has ever reached, and I can’t wait for us to add more chapters to our story.

Fury: I thought about your plant today.

Me: Really? Like, doesn’t a guy like you have a million other things to think about other than my plant?

Fury: It confuses the fuck out of me too, but I did. Is it still alive?

Me: You say that like you expect me to say no.

Fury: Well is it?

Me: I think maybe I should add a tick to your “asshole” column.

Fury: You still have that column going?

Me: Oh you have no idea. I have columns for everyone. I’m dragging yours back out.

Fury: Did you have a good day, princess?

Me: Yeah. Did you?

Fury: Let’s just say it feels like a long fucking time between Monday and Friday this week.

Me: I hope you get some sleep tonight. Night xx

Fury: Night.

Me: PS My plant is still alive.

Me: You asleep?

Fury: No. Noah’s spread across my bed. I don’t see much sleep ahead.

Me: Did he have a nightmare?

Fury: No. We’re going through him not wanting his own bed.

Me: Did you have a good day?

Fury: It’s still three days until Friday. Define good.

Me: LOL

Fury: I gotta go. Noah just woke.

Me: Night xx

Fury: Sleep well.

Me: PS My plant is still alive.