63. Chapter 62
Chapter 62
Blake
A fter spending the week elbow deep in legal paperwork and school work, I was happy when Friday rolled around and I turned twenty-five with very little fan fair.
“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.”
I woke up to those words, a dozen red roses, and a large coffee.
“Mmm, thank you.” I sat up and accepted the coffee before taking the roses and inhaling deeply. “They’re beautiful.”
“Want breakfast in bed? Or maybe I could fill you up in other ways,” he teased.
I let my eyes wonder over the tattoos on his chest. I now knew every line by heart and would never grow tired of tracing them with fingers or my tongue.
AJ flexed his pecs, making me laugh.
I lifted a hand to his six-pack abs and traced a line down the center. “Maybe a quickie before my meeting.”
AJ turned our breakfast into sandwiches so we could eat them on the way to my attorney’s office. Wanting his quiet support, I’d asked AJ to come with me. By noon, I had signed the paperwork transferring my late grandfather’s fortune to me.
I couldn’t hold back my laugh when AJ’s eyes almost bugged out of his head when he learned just how much I was worth.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah." He coughed as he recovered. "I didn't realize how many millions you have."
"A lot of it is in investments, but you'll never hurt for cash," Jocelyn said.
After the meeting, I accepted the collect call from my father. He wished me a happy birthday, then apologized again for getting me involved. He still hadn’t accepted responsibility for his choices or crimes, instead choosing to play the victim. It was the same conversation every time. I wanted to be there for him, but he wasn’t making it easy.
Not wanting to ruin my birthday, I put it out of my mind.
Later in the evening, my heart sped up when AJ came out of the bathroom, dressed in a suit and tie for dinner. If I’d known how to whistle, I would have.
Unlike me, AJ could whistle perfectly, and did as his eyes roamed over every inch of me. I didn’t think I looked particularly good in my floor-length gown, but he made me feel sexy like only he could.
And AJ looked so incredibly panty-dropping sexy, I insisted we detour to the bedroom. I asked AJ to leave the pink pinstripe tie on while I showed him how much I loved him.
We ended up missing dinner, so we ordered a pizza and wings.
It was the best birthday every.
All because of AJ.
When we’re alone, Andrew .
My Andrew.
Before bed, he surprised me with another gift.
He asked me to move in with him. Which was insane—I’d been staying at his house, sleeping in his bed, since the rescue.
But he wanted to make it official. Since I already had keys, he gave me a new pink heart-shaped keychain.
I had to wipe away my tears before I could say yes.