Dirty Bad Boys Box Set: Forbidden Romance Collection

Oh, there was something she could do. I just needed to get her home.

“Let’s go home,” I tell her, shutting down our disagreement.

On the cab ride home, she quietly leans her head against my shoulder, trying to stay awake. Her eyes begin to droop; I’ve learned that when you make Presley orgasm, she gets knocked out quick. It was cute, and many times I just have to go for round two with her half asleep.

The lights are off as we walk up the garden path and onto the porch. I fumble for my keys, nervously taking longer than usual.

“You want my keys?” She yawns.

I shake my head, finally getting the door open. She kicks off her shoes at the front door and bends to pick them up. God forbid you leave a pair of shoes at the front door. Miss OCD would have a heart attack.

“Come with me outside.”

“Now?” She yawns again. “I love you babe, but you took it out of me in the cloakroom. How about you wake me up in a couple of hours and we’ll go again?”

“I don’t want you outside for that. I want to show you something,” I answer, slightly anxious. “And I’ll take you up on that offer of waking you up.”

She lets out a tired laugh and follows me to the back porch. I flick the back switch that lights up the entire garden. I’m proud of this fucking garden. Who would have thought that Haden Cooper had a green thumb? This backyard was a complete dump when we moved in and I turned it into something amazing. It wasn’t huge. Enough to have a small grass area for Masen and our dogs to run around in. The trees have b

een trimmed, and because California has warm nights, I decorated with fairy lights so we could enjoy being outside longer.

“Have I told you how much I love what you’ve done with our yard?” She beams.

I lean across to kiss the side of her neck. “Yes. But you can tell me again.”

She gently swats my arm as I walk her along the pebbled path to Masen’s swing set.

“Stay right here. Actually . . . close your eyes.”

“Okay,” she says with a curious smile, sitting down on the swing.

Around the back corner, I have hidden the two surprises that terrify me to the point that I’m going to have an anxiety attack. I grab the small one first and walk back towards her, placing the box in her hands.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

She cautiously unties the pink bow and lifts the lid of the box. With a loud gasp, she says, “It’s my Peaches ‘n Cream Barbie! How did you get this?”

Her beautiful eyes light up as she admires this precious childhood memory. “Your mom sent it to me. Now that you have a proper home, she thought you needed something that means a lot to you.”

“It does mean a lot. My god . . . she was everything I wanted to be.” She hugs the box and closes her eyes for a moment. Seeing how happy she is gives me the confidence to move forward with the next part of my plan.

“I was more of a GI Joe dude, but I’ll take your word for it.” I smirk. “I’ve got one more surprise for you if you sit here and behave, eyes closed.”

“I’m on my best behavior.” She salutes.

This time, I nervously walk behind the large oak tree. Taking deep breaths, I bend down, lift the surprise up, and walk back towards the swing. Placing it on the ground before her, I position it carefully and then ask her to open her eyes.

The look on her face is priceless. Shocked, she falls to her knees.

“How on earth did you get this here?”

“I have my ways.” I grin.

Barely able to speak, she places her hand inside and touches all the small furniture. “This was my dream house. I played with this every day when I was kid,” she tells me. “I spent hours in my room pretending that when I grew up, I would live happily ever after in this house. With my Ken.”

I’m beginning to sweat. I didn’t fucking look like Ken? Who the hell is Ken anyway? Shit, it’ll only take a few seconds till—