He smiles and nods. “I wasn’t going to sell it. I was going to give it to Cam.”
My mouth drops open. “You are going to give a house worth…what?”
“Twenty mil,” he cuts in.
My eyes bulge from their sockets. “Twenty million. This house is worth twenty frigging million dollars?” He nods and smiles. “And you are going to give it to Cam?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, why not, unless you want to keep it for guests and stuff.” This man has lost touch with reality. I shake my head as he continues pulling me up the hall to the end door and he opens it. “Garage,” he smirks. My mouth drops open, holy fuck. This room is like a caryard dealership. A massive hall with two rows of sports cars that are all black or white. I frown at him.
“I collect cars,” he smiles.
“No shit, Sherlock,” I whisper wide–eyed. He pulls me down the huge walkway through the centre of the cars and my jaw is on the ground. Ok, I am getting the feel of his money now. This is extravagance…extreme extravagance.
“Aston Martin,” he points. “Corvette,” he points again. “Lamborghini,” he smiles. I stop dead in my tracks.
“You have a Lamborghini?” I smirk.
His eyes light up as he nods. “Yes,” he smiles. And sure enough, a beautiful black Lamborghini comes into view.
I laugh. “And here I was thinking you were my Lamborghini,” I whisper.
He smiles again and kisses me as he places something in my hand. I frown and look down and there in my hand is a silver engraved keyring with a single key on it. I hold the keyring up to inspect the inscription:
Always Joshua
X
Huh? What is that supposed to mean? I turn the keyring over and the initials:
N M S
What do the initials stand for? He kisses me.
“Welcome home, baby. This is your housewarming present.” He can’t be serious. “Joshua, you’re giving me a Lamborghini as a housewarming present?”
He smiles and nods. “Not just any Lamborghini, this is my most prized possession apart from Jasper.”
I frown again. “Who’s Jasper?”
“My horse,” he whispers as he does wide eyes at me.
“Oh, of course,” I mutter. I cringe that I didn’t remember that important piece of info.
“When I first made real money I bought this. It’s very sentimental to me. So when you started calling me your Lamborghini…” He breaks into a fullbeam smile and I swoon at the sight of him. “I knew I wanted to gift it to you because it was sentimental between
us,” he whispers.
My eyes drop to the car. “It’s beautiful Josh, very black.”
He laughs out loud, “I give you a Lamborghini and you tell me it’s very black.” I smile as I bite my lip and shrug my shoulders. I walk around the car. It looks like something from space. I don’t even think I have seen one in real life before. My eyes drop to the gold number plates:
N M S
Oh shit, Natasha Marx. He has put my initials on it but, hang on, what does the S stand for? I frown as I look at the numberplates and I break into a full smile.
“You put slut on my numberplates?” I ask in mock horror. He laughs out loud again and then goes silent, so silent that I look back up at him to see what he’s doing.
“The S stands for Stanton,” he whispers. Did he just say that or is my overactive imagination playing tricks on me?