“What have you got on today?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Cam told me yesterday.
He stays silent for a moment while he forms his answer in his head. “I am having James Brennan charged with blackmail.”
My stomach drops, oh crap. I was hoping he had changed his mind on that. I stay silent.
He pulls back to look at my face. “What?” he frowns.
I shrug.
“You don’t think I should?” he asks, affronted.
I blow out a heavy breath. “No Josh, I don’t. Not yet anyway.”
“Why ever not? The bastard is living the high life on my money,” he snaps as his anger simmers dangerously close to the surface.
“Think about it, Joshua. If the paparazzi can get hold of the recording of the 911 call I made to the police when we were getting burgled what do you think they will do when they get hold of this information? And you know that they will.”
He sits up in a rush, obviously annoyed at my opinion.
“This is something that needs to be kept behind closed doors, Joshua, for your father’s sake,” I sigh.
He stands and walks over to the window and looks out as he processes my words. My eyes drop to his large naked body and I ache for his broken heart.
I sit up slowly and pool the blankets around my waist. “Joshua, this was your father’s best friend and I know that you are angry and hurt but you need to let your dad deal with this the way he wants to. This isn’t just about you.”
His dark eyes meet mine. “I despise James Brennan, every fucking thing about him.”
Pity fills me. “I know, honey, and I’m sorry you have to go through this shit.” I drop my head as I search for the perfect thing to say… not a damn thing in my empty frigging head.
“What if she doesn’t tell him? Dad I mean,” he murmurs. “What then?”
I shrug. This thought has crossed my mind too. “I’m not sure.”
He walks over and sits on the bed. “Do you think I should tell him?”
I shrug again. “You need to just take your time and not rush into anything that you may regret.” He nods again as he chews his thumbnail deep in thought.
I stand and walk over to him sitting on the end of the bed and pull his head into my body. “You know what we should do today?” I smile.
“Do tell?” he mutters flatly into my stomach.
I widen my eyes in excitement and his lips curl into a trace of a smile. “We should go and buy our wedding rings and a suit for you to wear to get married in.”
He smirks as I bend to kiss him. “What do you think?” I smile into his lips.
“Can we get married today?” he asks hopefully.
I shake my head. “No, we cannot get married today. I don’t even have my dress yet. Adrian, the girls and I are getting it next week.”
“I’ve got heaps of suits,” he replies flatly.
I roll my eyes. “Josh, you have to buy a suit that you only wear twice in your life.”
He frowns in question.
“You wear it on the day you get married and then on the day you get buried.” I smile at the wonder on his face.
He smiles softly as his eyes hold mine. “I want to be married. I want this to be legal.”
I melt. “Oh god, me too. I have never wanted anything so much,” I whisper.
He stands with new purpose. “Ok, Miss Marx, good distraction tactics. Let’s go get some wedding rings and that suit I am only going to wear twice in my life.”
When I told my man that I wanted to go shopping I had no idea he knew how to execute my idea to damn perfection. We are in a luxury shoe store and I am tottering around on the most ridiculously high stilettos known to man. Joshua is sitting on a velvet chair in full control and directing me as to which ones he wants me to try on.
His dark eyes watch me in my short black dress. I wore it purposely to keep the blood from the brain in his head detoured to the brain in his dick… Distraction 101… I got this shit sorted.
“Turn around,” he whispers as his eyes drop to my legs. I turn to see the much anticipated neck crack in the mirror as he watches me from behind and I bite my lip to stifle my smile as I look down at the shoes.
“Yes, we will take those.” He nods to the sales clerk and she adds it to the other ten boxes on the counter. The four shop assistants’ tongues are literally hanging onto the floor as they watch Mr Orgasmic with his bottomless credit card in full throttle action. They are running around trying to please him and are deep green with envy. I hate to admit it but I am loving every minute of this. These shoes are ridiculously expensive and not something I would ever buy but you know what? I don’t care because this is keeping his mind off things and he has the money, so why the hell not?
His eyes scan the shop again and I feel my cheeks heat as I start hearing the word Kardashian run though my head. “That’s enough baby.” I frown, suddenly embarrassed.
He stands and smirks at me, knowing exactly what’s going through that peabrain of mine, and he casually throws his arm around my waist. “We haven’t started yet, my beautiful girl.”
I smile and my eyes flick to the sales girls on the other side of their desk who are all melting right alongside me. Unable to help myself, I smile broadly.
“Let’s go get those wedding rings,” he murmurs as he slides his credit card across the glass countertop.
“Ok,” I whisper. I lean up and kiss him gently on the cheek as he pulls me into him, then he heads out the door to talk to Ben briefly. My eyes, and those of the sales assistants, follow him across the shop and I feel a wave of affection sweep over me. Their eyes flick back to me and they seem embarrassed at me catching them checking out my man.
“I know, right,” I smile.
The blonde girl smiles in relief and shakes her head at me. “You are one lucky lady. When do you get married?”
I smile at her honesty. “Three months,” I reply.
She smiles warmly at me. “You make a lovely couple.”
“Thank you.” I beam. You betcha, baby, and he’s all mine, so eyes off the merchandise.