I Love You 3000 Gifts Novels & Stories

It was a three-letter word: “I love you.”

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Every gift basket was the size of a business suitcase. The entire package was black with strings of gold, which made it look low-key luxurious. Charlie couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Why are the packages so big?” Isaac promptly replied, “Young Master, I purposely chose the best gift baskets which contained all of the most expensive gifts which are worth three hundred eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight dollars. It is the complete package with all their most exquisite products which includes the eye and face cream in big quantities as well.”

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I had given her the same gift three times. My hands trembled as I kept searching. A silver necklace. I'd given her one last year, and an identical one this year. A silk scarf, same style, different year. A handbag, even the color was the same, just given for a different occasion. This was my "effort" for the past three years? Thoughtless, repetitive, expensive crap. I was just checking a box. Buying something expensive and calling it love. And what had I done for Isla?

Their wedding was fixed a day later, set for next month. They went on three dates in total after that. On their first date, he gifted her a million-dollar designer watch in a silent pledge to give all his time to her. Of course, he didn’t verbalize his intent and hoped she would understand his unspoken promise. On their second date, he gifted her a private jet so she wouldn’t have to depend on her parents to go wherever she wanted and on their third, he had gifted her a red diamond rose, symbolizing eternal love. His every gift held a meaning.

If you ask, I'll grant them. He looked up at me, the smile that had been building through the letter widening even further. "Three?" "Three." "I'm thirty-two. Shouldn't I get thirty-two favors?" I laughed. "No. You get three." As dramatic as it sounded, I had specifically chosen three, for the three words in I love you, though I certainly was not about to tell him that part. "Do I have to use them now, or whenever I want?" "You can use them now, tomorrow, next year, whenever you want. But once you've used all three, that's it. No more lifelines."

The orgasm exploded with such incredible force that her nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, her legs spasming around his hips, her lips parting on a breathless moan. It seemed to go on and on. To ripple and rake through her as Dea felt Theo surge inside her deep and hard one last time, then the heated spurts of his come filling her. His arms wrapped around her, pressing beneath her body, his palms covering her shoulders as he whispered her name, his voice guttural, hoarse. Filled with love. “My love,” Theo whispered in her ear. “Agapi mou… Zoi mou… Kardia mou.” Without her, he knew he couldn’t survive. She held him. Every part of him. Every beat of his heart, every dream of his soul.

Thank you for another gift. I loved the last one. Your worst enemy. >

She smiles, snuggles closer and I put my hands around her. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more.’ ‘I love you so much.’ ‘I love you so much more.’ ‘I love you so freaking much.’ ‘I love you so freaking much more.’ Yes, we are silly and we like saying these things to each other. We are in love and we are allowed to be like that. People who are not in love can just