I’d never felt more blessed.
That very afternoon, I texted him while lying in bed.
Hi. How are you? —Darla
As good as a man can be without his wife. —Zed
So basically horrible. —Darla
Bingo. Now come back home and put me out of my misery. —Zed
You bought me a private island. —Darla
I would have bought you a planet if I could. —Zed
The best part was I knew he wasn’t kidding. This man had enough wealth to last him fifteen generations and he wasn’t afraid to use it. Mostly on me, of course.
Zeno didn’t know it, but I had a few surprises up my sleeve too. They may not be as grandiose as a private island, but they were just as meaningful. I couldn’t wait for his reaction.
I noticed you slipped a credit card in the envelope. —Darla
I assumed you’d want a new wardrobe for your pregnancy. —Zed
You assumed right. —Darla
There’s no limit, dolcezza. Spend to your heart’s content. —Zed
Whenever I thought I couldn’t fall deeper in love, I did.
Thank you, Zed. I can’t wait to travel the world with you (and spend a million on lingerie <3)! —Darla
Show me how thankful you are, baby. —Zed
Oh, boy. I was in trouble.
I blamed my next actions on pure horniness. Now that the nausea and slight dizzy spells had faded, my sex drive was back in full force and I was easily turned on by the thought of my six-foot-three, muscular, tatted husband.
Zeno once told me he loved the sounds I made when he played with me—how they were better, sweeter, and hotter than any porn he’d ever watched. He said he wanted to record those sounds and take them on his next business trip as a memento.
Unbuttoning his dress shirt, I grabbed my custom vibrator by Teara and some lube. With images of him in my mind, I made love to myself in my sheets until I was hot, sweaty, and writhing in bed with his name on my lips.
I recorded every little noise and sent it to him.
For your next trip, Master. —Darla
Three minutes later, he replied.
Naughty Principal Hill… —Zed
Do it again. —Zed
But this time, I want to see all of you. — Zed
Turns out, I wasn’t very good at denying my husband either.
What Zeno wanted, Zeno got.
The gossip about the auction finally simmered to a non-existent pitter-patter as the vultures moved on to their next meal. St. Victoria’s renovations were well underway. My book was complete and after a quick text to Zeno, I found out he hired Benjamin’s replacement at De la Croix Inc.