Page 112 of Dissolving Prejudice

He looked adorable in it.

Shay-Lee had a point about time flying because it was ridiculous that it had already been three whole weeks since we’d started living together again. When he first said he didn’t mind how small my place was, I thought he’d back off from the idea two days in, only he didn’t, and so far, he hadn’t complained. Not once. While my flat wasn’t huge, it was enough for the two of us, minus Shay-Lee’s closet, which was currently stored in a condo he got only for that. Yeah, the little skank bought a whole penthouse just to store his clothes while he himself lived with me in a fucking warehouse. If that ain’t love, I don’t know what is.

I climbed on my bike, and once he got on behind me, I asked, “Where are we going?” Earlier today, he said he had plans for us for tonight.

Shay-Lee hugged me close, his hot body pressing into mine. “That’s a secret, but first, I wanna stop to change clothes.”

“In that penthouse you bought?”

“Yes, please.”

Shaking my head, I huffed, “I still can’t believe you bought a place just for your clothes.”

“Are you aware of how rich I am?”

God, he sure was entitled.

“Enlighten me.”

“Let’s just say that buying this penthouse was like buying gum at the store.” He rested his chin on my shoulder. “Besides, it’s not my money but my dad’s, and I’ll make it my life’s mission to spend it until the last fucking dime.”

I knew he was trying to joke and make light of it, but it fell flat, and I could see right through him. And yet, not wanting to make the smile he currently had vanish, I ignored it. For now.

“Hold on tight, Princesa, or you’ll fall off.”

“By now, I’m already a professional backseat bitch.” While speaking, he cupped my dick over my pants, and I laughed.

“You’ll get us arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Never stopped us before,” he casually purred before moving his hands up to rest on my abs. “Now, drive! Or we’ll be late.”

Fuck.

I loved this man.

Shay-Lee

I asked Camilo to take me to the penthouse under the pretense of changing clothes while, in fact, I had to pick up something. Still, just so he wouldn’t suspect anything, I put on a new outfit before going back downstairs, where he was waiting for me.

“Will you look at you?” He whistled while shamelessly eye-fucking me from head to toe.

Giving a little spin to show off my sexy ass in the tight black leather pants that clung to me like a second skin, I then fixed the matching jacket. “A backseat bitch or what?” I purred with an additional wink right before he grabbed my jacket and pulled me into a kiss.

“You’re the single most sexy thing I have ever seen,” he murmured over my lips and attempted to dive in for another kiss when I stopped him.

“Hold on, Romeo, we have places to be.”

“If it ain’t my bed, I’m not interested.”

“Down, boy.”

Camilo grunted after I shoved him away from me and walked to his bike.

“Stop whining. It isn’t sexy.” I patted the seat of his bike. “Now, get your sexy ass over here and start this beast.”

He glared at me with a raised brow, probably thinking of ways to punish me later, before he joined me on the bike.

“Will you at least tell me where we’re going?”