Moonshine had already wandered off to her bedroom. The dog was a fucking princess when it came to her sleep schedule. She whined to get into her bedroom and every night at eight o’clock, Bastian followed her down the hall, gave her a dog treat from the linen closet and told her he loved her.
My hair fell over my shoulder and I looked up at him through it. “You think this is fun?”
“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop.” He shrugged. “I’m here to accommodate my wife because it seems she needs someone to remind her she’s loved even when she’s being ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous about what?”
He turned me with him and slid open the patio door.
“Oh, no, Bastian.”
“Oh, yes. Morina. You need to come sit out here and enjoy the salt lamps I installed on our balcony.”
“I really appreciate that you did that.” I pushed away from his chest but he gripped the small of my back like I wasn’t going anywhere. I tried yanking at my wrists and he yanked back. “But I don’t think I’ll enjoy it as much as you.”
“You will, ragazza.” He whispered into my ear and then before I could stop him, scooped me up to carry me out onto the balcony.
I squealed and gripped his shirt. The wind whipped at us both like it was telling us this was unnatural for a human to be this high out in the open.
I agreed. Shutting my eyes, I whispered, “If I die, I’m going to haunt you like my grandma haunted me. I’ll make your life a living hell.”
“Oh, what’s there to worry about, Morina? The salt lamps are putting out negative ions.” He chuckled as he walked us over to his oak rocking chair.
“That’s not how it works, and you know it.” I bit my lip as he sat down, scared the patio would suddenly give and we’d fall fifty stories to our doom. We deserved it after being so frivolous with our lives and stepping out here like we were gods of some sort in the first place.
“Ragazza, open your eyes,” Bastian murmured and dragged a finger down my cheek.
I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this man had taken lives for me, had made me an Untouchable for my protection, tucked me in every night after a good amount of sex, and told me he loved me over and over. I cracked one eye open to only look at him, “I’m trusting you, Bastian.”
“As you should.” He nodded and then pointed, “Now look.”
There were tiny crystals lining the railing and the overhang of our balcony that wrapped around the whole penthouse. The glowed a pinkish hue, almost the same color of the last rays of the sun in the sky. “We get our own sunset right here with the crystals,” I murmured.
He nodded. “Maybe, but your ocean’s sunset is better.”
“Only because I have a husband who made sure it wasn’t getting polluted.” I kissed his neck, knowing that the wheels were in motion for Tropical Oil’s new construction. We were turning terminals to green energy and the city was thriving just months after the deal had been solidified.
Bastian had rejected my donation of the shares only two days after Mr. Crow’s death on the beach. He’d called the lawyer right in front of me and told him that he didn’t want anything to do with the shares if I wasn’t the shareholder.
I fought him the whole way. I wanted to surf and be a housewife, didn’t he know? I enjoyed a lazy week, rather than one filled with packets of business dealings. Bastian had laughed at my confession and said he didn’t care who owned what. He just wanted me happy.
Happiness had been him dealing with most of the planning and me still running my food truck. We’d had another six months of bliss and were nearing a whole year together as husband and wife.
Every night, we tried to be home by dinner time. He made it a mission most days even though he sometimes travelled out of town on one of his ridiculous jets. Then, I watched him make dinner before I climbed him like a hungry cat. He had claw marks most of the time to show for it.
“I’m happy you’re happy about it. We’re six months into construction and I think we’ll meet the nine month goal.” Bastian murmured into my neck and I wiggled on his cock, not caring a bit about business talk at the moment.
“Can we go in now?” I stared at his lips, wanting to have them even before we ate dinner or anything else that evening.
“What for?” He smirked down at me.
I gripped the baggy shirt that was bunched around my thighs. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I want to thank you for this nice balcony gift?”
His gaze raked up and down my body before he said, “Something came in the mail for you today.”
“Oh?” I shrugged. “What?”
He slid his hand in his chest pocket and pulled out a small metal ball. “Linny sent this to you. Her letter read that you’d need it since you were having so many problems in the bedroom.”