Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
After she hung up the phone, it was not even five seconds before someone barged right through the door.
The beautiful blond Maria came in with an evil yet ecstatic look in her eyes. “So, how can I help piss off Drago today?”
Amo looked like he was about to scream and put his foot down, but Kat had other plans for once.
“Actually, I want to do something nice for him.”
“Ugh.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Maria didn’t seem as thrilled anymore. She mumbled under her breath something only she could hear. “You girls are so weak when it comes to men.”
“What?” she asked, not having heard a word she’d said.
“I said, it’s going to be a lot less fun for me now, but… how can I help?”
Kat smiled at her. Maria was like a fairy fucking goddess mother who always rode in to save the day.
“I thought maybe you could help me decorate just a little? And we could move the bed upstairs and his weight stuff down here. He said that he would do it, but he seems to have enough on his plate already.” She shrugged. Hearing it out loud, it didn’t sound so great. “I don’t know. I thought it might be a nice surprise for him.”
“It is nice.” Maria tapped her heel, clearly thinking as her eyes moved around the bare space. “I’m just actually not the right one for the job.”
“Really?” With the level of taste Maria had, Kat was shocked to hear her say those words.
“Fashion and home décor are two separate things, Katarina.”
At the blonde’s scoff, Kat realized that might’ve been a stupid question. “Okay. Then… who is?”
Thirty-One
The OG
Seeing sweet Elle followed by Nero come through the door, she should have guessed it. Of course the strawberry blonde could decorate and make this place a home.
However, when Elle stood back and Nero came in and took a longing look at the walls with his gorgeous emerald eyes, it hadn’t dawned on her just yet. “I’m thinking everything needs to go.”
“I agree,” Maria concurred.
“Excuse me, what? You?”—she stared at the tall, dark, and handsome man, “she called, you?”
Elle couldn’t help but giggle.
“Yeah.” His green eyes glowed at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I just… wasn’t expecting that, is all.” Kat smiled at him still not exactly understanding how the fuck Nero was whom Maria called.
“Like I said,” he began again, “everything goes, except for the TV.” He walked through the space, laying out everything that he seemed to envision in his head. “I’m thinking a huge oversized sectional to hold ten or so people in front of the TV. We need a six-chair dining table that can go there, and upstairs you definitely need a king size bed and updated bedroom furniture. That should get us started.”
“Okay, that sounds great and all, but uh…” Kat suddenly felt a bit light-headed. “I was thinking simpler, like move his weights downstairs and move the bed upstairs.”
“Absolutely not. His gym upstairs has to go. He can go back to using the hotel gym like the rest of us.”
She stopped him right fucking there. “Oh no-no-no-no-no. I think you’ve really misunderstood. I’m trying to do something nice for Drag—”
Nero shut her up with just a look. “I understand. That’s why we’re doing what I said.”
To say she was nervous at the can of worms she just might’ve opened was an understatement. That handsome yet somewhat scary man was going to get her killed when her husband came back to find his gym missing.
“Kat, really.” He looked at her confused as to why she was freaking out about it. “The bed used to be upstairs until we moved it, and he likes the hotel gym. As far as the furniture, he won’t miss it. It’s all old and cheap.”
“Wait, what? You moved it?” she asked, confused herself now.
“Yeah. When Drago woke up from the coma, we moved his bed and dresser down here because we weren’t sure if he was going to be able to walk upstairs again. Then, when he did, he moved some old gym equipment we had upstairs because I don’t think he wanted to go to the hotel gym till he got his strength back. But he’s okay now. This will all make him happy, trust me.” Nero gave her an assuring look.
That information she was just given hurt like fucking hell. He hadn’t told her that when he could have last night, so she felt like she knew a secret about him that she shouldn’t have. It was also hard to take considering it was her father who’d turned his life upside down. The words, we weren’t sure if he was going to be able to walk upstairs again, couldn’t help but make her feel somewhat responsible, considering her father was no longer alive to take the blame.