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His question is so absurd I laugh.
He pauses his ministrations and I look up to see him frowning.
“Do I like it?” Turning my hand over so he can see the ring, I lift my brows. “Are we looking at the same ring? Because this thing is gorgeous. It’s utterly ridiculous, but it’s gorgeous.”
“Glad you think so. It’ll never leave your finger.”
Ah, yep, there’s the asshole.
“Husband,” I say the name slowly to placate him. “This thing probably costs more than my van did. When it was new,” I clarify, since the price I got for my van at that shady dealer a few days ago wouldn’t even pay for the platinum band the diamonds are attached to.
“So what?” King doesn’t even pretend like the ring wasn’t stupid expensive.
“So, I will take it off while I paint.” I raise my voice on the last three words to drown out his immediate complaint. “You can use your piles of money to put a safe in my studio, right next to the door, then I can put it back on every night when I’m done.”
I feel like I’m bargaining with a child, but it must work because he dips his chin.
Well, since I’m on a roll…
“I also need a way to listen to music while I paint. I have headphones, but since you took my phone, I don’t have anything to pair them with.”
He swipes the cloth once more over my chest, “I’ll have it for you tomorrow.”
I don’t know whatitis, but I decide not to ask and just take it as a win.
King walks to the wall of windows and drags the curtains shut.
“What’re you doing?” I ask.
“We’re taking a nap.” He says it like I already agreed.
But when he pulls the blankets down, I get up from my spot at the foot of the bed and climb onto the mattress. A nap does sound kind of nice.
I wait as he strips to his boxers, then joins me under the covers.
I settle againstmy spoton his chest, placing my left hand on his stomach, watching how the diamonds sparkle even in the low light.
“You’re my wife, Savannah. And that’s never going to change.” His words rumble against my ear. “But I won’t fuck you again until you ask me to.”
CHAPTER58
Savannah
An electric ding wakes me,and I feel completely out of sorts, flailing around, trying to find what’s making the noise.
My hand slaps down on the nightstand, since that’s where the sound was coming from, and my hand connects with something. Multiple somethings, as a clatter of items hitting the floor follows my movement.
Squinting, the first thing I see is a laptop and tablet stacked on the nightstand.
Then I roll and look over the side of the bed, finding a brand new phone––thankfully already in a case,––and a little case for earbuds on the floor. The phone’s screen is facing up, showing a missed text.
Bracing a hand on the nightstand so I don’t faceplant, I stretch down to pick up the items from the floor. Setting the earbuds on the stack of other electronics before looking at the phone.
I’m wondering what the code is, when the phone automatically unlocks with facial recognition.
Huh.
Programming this is hardly the most invasive thing King has done, so I decide not to dwell on it. Instead, I open my text fromHusband.