The Revenge Games Duet

I love you.

I hold the card close to my heart, bringing a smile to my face. My thoughts on his lavish gifts are afterthoughts now. This makes me happy, I can’t deny that. Underneath it all, lay a sweet and beautiful man.

A man who belongs to me, and a man who loves me in return.

I automatically dial his number, my breath hitched as I wait excitedly to hear his voice on the other end. The sounds of his hello, velvety soft with a hint of cheekiness only confirms how much I miss him. With a small struggle, I hold back my girlish giggles.

“They’re beautiful, every single bunch.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Rich. So, question. Why no red?”

“I hate red roses. My mother loves them. Speaking of which, if you’re done processing, please join me for dinner tonight. Mother is turning the big six-oh and making her closest acquaintances join her.”

“You’re not an acquaintance,” I scold him, gently. “I’m sure she wants her family there. Her one and only son.”

“I have a sister, you know. She lives in… I think somewhere in the Midwest.”

Another piece of information that he chose to withhold like it isn’t important. Family is always important.

“What do you mean you have a sister, and she lives somewhere in the Midwest? How do you not know this information?”

“Because I don’t care.”

“Wesley, stop…” I take a deep intact of breath. “Okay, so dinner. How formal are we talking? I’m really tired and jetlagged.”

“Open your closet and see for yourself.”

I jump up with a sudden burst of energy, opening the closet to a long, black dress hanging inside. It’s gorgeous, formal yet sexy at the same time. Draping neckline—may be too low—and a sheer skirt that trains along the floor.

“I’ll pick you up at six?”

“Sure, but I’m warning you, I may fall asleep and never wake up again.”

Wesley laughs, telling me to grab some coffee because I won’t get any sleep tonight at his place. He misses me and gives me a long list of demands in the bedroom, all of which I agree to with enthusiasm.

“Oh… before you go, I have some good news. Well, semi-good news.”

“Does it involve you shaving your beard that can house a swarm of bees?”

“You’re not a fan of my beard?” he questions, light-heartedly. “I’m going for the Hagrid look. A few more weeks, and I think I’ll get there.”

“No.” I grin, half believing him. “You’re not growing that beard. It’s like me growing a full bush.”

“What if I tell you I like full bushes?”

“Then I will tell you you’re a freak and maybe need to find yourself some old European lady because that ain’t never happening with me.”

“Fine.” I could hear him smiling over the phone. “So the news…”

“Yes, your exciting news?”

“Charlie has worked her magic. It looks like we’ll be able to sue the company that stole our designs. In fact, the publicity will be good.”

“Oh wow! That is good news. Emerson hasn’t mentioned anything.”

I can’t blame her. The last week had been crazy and my drama only added to that craziness.