Chapter 9
I was surprised I hadn’t heard from Victor the whole time I was away.
Granted, we were on a break, but still. Maybe he was enjoying his time apart just as much as I was.
I think I was enjoying mine a little too much.
A couple of times, I felt like I shouldn’t spend as much time with Boston as I had been.
I couldn’t help it, though, because I liked him already.
There were so many good qualities about him that I had discovered in the short amount of time we’d been married.
I still couldn’t believe we were married, and I didn’t fight him on it.
It was crazy as hell, but it felt right.
Boston was so easy to talk to. He actually listened and seemed interested in the things I said.
He made me laugh, and the dick was the bomb.
The man was the total package. I wouldn’t lie and say that, in the back of my mind, I didn’t wonder what made his fiancée leave him for real, but it wasn’t my business.
I had to base things off the way he treated me, and so far, that man had treated me like I was a princess, and I loved it.
There was no sense in worrying about something I may not ever get the answer to.
Boston and I had a little time apart because I needed to see my friends before they left.
I had to stay in Vegas longer because I had a photo shoot, and I hoped I would get another while I was here.
While being with my friends, I realized I missed Boston.
I told them about the time he and I spent together, and they encouraged me to see things through.
I was told that I was glowing, and they hadn’t seen me like that in a long time.
I had to admit that Boston was the reason for that glow.
As my grandmother would say, I was smitten.
I was in the middle of getting ready when I received a text message from Boston.
Your husband:
Good morning, mama. Good luck today. I know you are going to kill that shit. I can’t wait to see you later.
I laughed at his name in my phone, because I had no clue he had done that. I wasn’t mad at it, though. I knew he had me saved as wifey in his phone.
Me:
Good morning. Thank you and I can’t wait to see you either.
Spending the night by myself made me realize just how fast I felt attached to Boston, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Was this whole thing moving too fast? Or did it happen when it was supposed to?
I didn’t have time to spiral in my thoughts because it was time for me to head to my photo shoot.
My steps faltered when I walked out of the hotel room and spotted Noah leaning against the rental car Boston was using.
“Noah.” I walked slowly toward him. “What are you doing here?” I looked around and wondered where Boston was.
“Good morning, Harvest. Boston told me to make sure you got to your shoot in one piece, so that’s what I’m here to do.” He smiled, then opened the car door.
Boston had informed me he had a couple of meetings to go to, so him sending Noah was a surprise.
“Oh, okay.” I got in the car. My stomach fluttered when I saw the flowers on the seat.
Noah closed the door and walked around to the driver’s seat. I picked up the flowers and pulled out the card inside.
Harvest, these flowers are just a small token of my appreciation for you spending time with me the last few days. I already told you good luck, but I’m saying it again. You’re beauty personified, so I know those pictures are going to come out perfectly. I’ll see you later, baby. ~Boston
I smiled at his words. I wanted to thank him for the flowers, but I decided to wait until later. I didn’t want to interrupt him while he was in meetings.
“You good?” Noah asked as he drove.
“Yes. I’m just surprised. Boston didn’t say anything about you picking me up.”
“He does shit like that when he really likes someone.” Noah winked and focused on the road.
The rest of the way, we rode in silence, and I was in my thoughts. Maybe this whole thing with Boston was for real, for real. He didn’t have to do anything for me, and for Noah to say what he said made me think it was true.
Noah helped me out of the car when we arrived at the destination, then went on about his business. He didn’t say anything about picking me up, but I couldn’t worry about that because as soon as I arrived, I was rushed to hair and makeup.
I was an hour into my shoot when I looked up and saw Boston entering the area we were in. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face if I wanted to.
The smile and wink he graced me with made my clit pulse and my heart seize for a second. I had to refocus on the photographer, because Boston had totally stolen my concentration.
Since he had meetings, he wore a dark gray suit with a black shirt and black sneakers.
I smirked when I saw he had that damn wedding band on.
The first two buttons of the shirt were undone, so I noticed he still had his chain on.
On his wrist was a silver watch instead of a gold one.
I personally didn’t mix silver and gold, but as fine as Boston was, he could wear mismatched colors and still turn heads.
There were a couple of people who noticed Boston, but nobody approached him. Suddenly, I got nervous because what if people saw that we were together, or whatever we were doing?
Boston stood with his arms crossed over his chest and watched me. Sometimes he would nod, other times he would smile. A few times, he winked at me, and thank goodness this wasn’t an underwear shoot, because mine was wet.
A few minutes later, the photographer called for a break, so I went over to Boston.
“Hey. Thanks for the ride this morning. And what are you doing here?”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me like we weren’t around a bunch of people. It was only about ten or so, but it was enough for us to end up on someone’s blog.
“I needed to see you in action, and I missed you.” He kissed me again. “I also have to make sure you get back to your hotel so you can pack a bag and come stay with me.”
I looked around when his hands drifted down to my ass, and he squeezed.
The outfit I wore was for a designer’s new summer clothing line collection.
It was shorts that stopped mid-thigh with a spaghetti strap crop top to match.
There was a sleeveless cardigan that went with it as well, but I didn’t have it on.
I could see myself wearing it to run errands, or even something to throw on while traveling.
It was simple enough to wear flip-flops, or it could be dressed up with some cute sandals.
“You’re awfully bold with your public displays of affection, aren’t you?” I looked around again, and everyone seemed to be in their own world, but I knew they were watching.
“’Cause I don’t give a damn about that shit. I will never have a problem showing anyone how I feel about you. Get used to it.”
“Well, alright then. Thanks for coming, though. I thought you would have been in meetings all day.”
I was surprised he came at all, because Victor was never interested in being at my shoots. After the first couple of times he turned me down, I stopped asking.
“I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity of watching you work. The camera loves you. I might have to ask for some of these pictures for my collection.” His hands moved to my waist, and he stepped back a little. “I like this ’fit on you. I’m gonna have to get it in every color for you.”
My cheeks were hot, and they hurt from how hard I’d been smiling since Boston arrived.
“I think it’s time for me to head back. It shouldn’t be too much longer,” I informed Boston when the photographer came back out from wherever he went.
“It doesn’t matter how long it’s going to take; I’ll be here. Do your thing, baby.” He kissed my forehead and sent me on my way.
Boston didn’t tell one lie; he stayed the entire time, and I liked having him there. It was going to be damn impossible to leave him when it was time for me to head back home.