Owned by the Billionaire Beast
“Got it. So we won’t invite her dad?”
“Fuck him.”
I laughed. “Right. Fuck him.”
“Now let’s go shopping for birthday decorations.”
And that was three days ago. Right now, my wife is blowing out the candle on her cake after we sang a happy birthday song for her. And then she beamed at me, kissed me on the lips, and put icing on my nose.
I sucked in a breath. “You didn’t just—”
“It’s my birthday. Suck it up, handsome.”
I wiped it off and licked my finger. Robyn was easy to please, even with a cake flavor, she still preferred the classic vanilla. “You’re birthday is not until the day after, baby.”
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