[Music: Angel Eyes By Jared Benjamin]

ZADE

I ran my tongue over my lips, welcoming the sting that pulsed shiver down my spine... this was a gift left by my kitten.

Such a feisty little thing.

Just a kiss, and she’s ready to murder me. I could only speculate on the number of ways she has pictured putting me toward an early grave.

Her eyes always burned with fierce bloodlust, a very palpable expression enough to make blood rush to my cock.

I feel like a teenager who can’t handle a fucking erection. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

I slowly tracked her movement with my eyes, worshiping the sway of her hips as if summoning me to bend her over.

Anastasia in tights had always been a dangerous temptation for me. The main reason I cleared the entire store for the day and requested a female consultant.

I strode behind her like a bodyguard... she made me feel that way by purposely not sparing me a single glance since we got here.

She treated me like a non-existent being, and the idea pumped more fire into my blood.

I watched closely, unable to get enough as her fingers traced the glass showcase counters, moving softly to the emerald green necklace stands.

Her gray eyes feasted on everything, and I knew her interest was piqued. Her love for shiny things was unmatched.

"Is there anything to your liking, darling?" I asked, welcoming the way her body flinched at the sound of my voice.

I had found my way behind her, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her, especially when her ass was dangerously close to my bulge.

"What’s the point of this?"

I could discern the slight quiver in her voice as she tried to act unaffected.

This was becoming far too amusing for me, even more because anyone who had the balls to throw questions at me with that kinda attitude would’ve had their windpipes crushed already.

My wife is an exception, of course. I lived for her stubbornness... and it has become my favorite addiction, coming from a man who smoked all kinds of shit.

She’s like a bright flame that burned in the darkest of rooms, and I craved it like a vice.

"The point is..." I spoke close to her ear, loving the rising redness at the helix. "My wife has been lovesick without me..."

Her eyes shot to me, burning with disgust. My cock strained in my pants to the point it got suffocating. The urge to replace that look with my semen smeared across that face was wildly tempting.

"What better way to make her feel better?" I added. "Anything you like, darling."

Anastasia took one look at me before she veered them to the consultant with a sweet smile she never gave me.

"This entire row..." she said in that bratty tone of hers, gesturing toward the glass showcase. "All of it."

"A-All of it?" the woman asked as if she had heard wrong.

This was one of the top jewelry stores in the Old Quarter. Judging by the consultant’s expression, a customer buying out an entire display had clearly never happened before.

"Yes..." Anastasia replied.

"Right away, ma’am," she said, trying to contain her astonishment.

"And that too... that... that... that."

"One for each—"

"All of them... actually, pack up the best of everything you have." Her eyes finally met mine, a conjured sweet smile forming on her lips. "My husband’s treating me."

My hands sank into my pockets, unable to contain the snicker bubbling in my throat.

"You heard her..." I said. "Pack everything up."

At the sound of my voice, the woman gave a polite nod and got to work.

"I thought you weren’t the kind of man who spends recklessly..." Anastasia said.

"It’s a husband’s duty to spoil his wife."

"Even though I’m gonna buy the entire shop?" she asked, almost in disbelief.

I fished out my phone. "Your closet will need an upgrade, yes?"

I was already requesting a team to come first thing in the morning for it. Seems like they would have to break through a wall for more space. Much more. To satisfy my wife’s materialistic adventures, it was crucial.

When I lifted my eyes off my screen, Anastasia was a bit shocked but quickly covered it up with that unconcerned expression.

"Yes... I needed more room anyway. You should’ve thought about that from the start."

My lips stretched in a wide grin as I dialed a number and pressed my phone to my ear, making the arrangements and calling for a separate car to load this all up.

As time passed by, Anastasia was suddenly hell-bent on bleeding me dry because she kept including more things. If only she knew that’s not possible, but I appreciate her relentless effort.

"Mr. Salvero..."

A woman came up to me in a nice suit and a pair of white gloves.

"Mrs. Kevins. This is my wife."

She looked at Anastasia and smiled. "Lovely to make your acquaintance."

"T-Thank you. I’m Anastasia."

"Selah Kevins. Manager of the House of Émeraude."

They shook hands.

"Mr. Salvero has told me all about you. You’re indeed a beauty."

Anastasia stuttered. "H-Has he?"

"Yes... he described you so well so that we could get the perfect piece made." She was handed a slender velvet box. "Just flew in this morning, just in time."

Anastasia’s eyes never left the box as it was handed to me.

"Have a seat, darling..." I said.

She hesitated but did as she was told, sitting on the royal green sofa.

I dropped to one knee, her wide eyes following my action in shock. I opened the case and took out the platinum emerald tennis anklet.

Anastasia gasped when she saw it, sparkling with the light, and it was exactly the kind of reaction I wanted.

The sighs of relief behind me was the sign that they had indeed done a good job.

I clasped the anklet around her ankle.

"What do you think, darling?" I asked, moving my gaze to her, and she was blushing so hard her entire face had turned red as a tomato, her freckles more visible.

When she noticed my stare, she yanked her leg away from my hold.

"Green is not my color... it looks bland."

She loves it.