Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 89: Chapter 89

JOSEF
After listening to Meredith’s truth, I held her until her breathing evened out.
I did not let go of her. I just kept my arms around her, replaying her words in my head over and over again for the rest of the night.
The next day, I left early and waited for Mario to text me when she arrived at the Manhattan location for the shelter.
I’d already had the place refurbished with new doors, windows, locks, cameras, and everything else they needed to ensure my wife’s safety.
She didn’t know it yet, but I had Andres in talks with the non-profit who ran St. Elizabeth’s.
Sigma International Security was interested in taking over the whole thing, making Meredith Aziz its head.
“Josef, you’re coming tonight, right?” Marat asked from the doorway to my office.
I looked at him blankly. Marat’s perfectly symmetrical face stared back at me, a game we’d been playing for years.
Who could stare the longest?
Me.
Obviously.
Satisfaction filled me when he gave up and rolled his eyes.
“Not kidding about tonight,” he said again.
What the fuck was tonight?
“Bro, we’re celebrating Sofia and Destiny’s new audiobook release. The new house on Long Island. Eight o’clock.”
“Right. Yes,” I said, nodding.
Fuck.
“If you don’t show up, they’ll both kill you,” he added, and I waved him away.
He was telling the truth. I wasn’t dumb enough to think he was lying or exaggerating.
I knew Sofia and Destiny, and those two women were scary as hell. Especially when it came to family gatherings.
And for whatever reason, the Volkov women had decided I was to be included in every single function.
Yay me.
All I knew was if they said I needed to be there, I needed to be there.
Whoever named the men of Volkov Industries wolves never met their wives. Those women were scary as fuck when they were worked up.
I opened a new text box. Little Red was going to need some warning.
Josef
Wife, Forgot to mention we have plans tonight. A party for the wife of one of my business associates. Well, he’s more than that. Like a brother. Anyway. We need to leave at seven. I’ll have a dress sent to the condo, so you have time to get ready. -Your thoughtful husband.
Little Red
Husband, Short notice much? Is it her birthday? Should we bring a gift? Why are you always dressing me? -Your anxious wife.
Josef
Wife, No gift needed. And I enjoy undressing you so much, I figured I should get to choose the wrapping. -Your lustful husband.
Little Red
If you’re going to send me texts like that at work, I’ll have to start bringing extra panties. -Your uncomfortable wife.
Josef
You take your panties off at work, and I’ll tan your ass, so you won’t be able to sit for a week. -Your very serious husband.
Little Red
You’re just proving my point, Husband.
Fuck.
I grinned and adjusted my now hard cock. Picturing my sexy wife in her wet panties at her desk while texting me had me about ready to come.
Goddamnit. Little Red had me thumping inside my pants.
I really didn’t want to share Meredith with anyone yet. But I supposed I had to. Anyway, Sofia and Destiny were truly wonderful women.
The two had become coworkers when Destiny discovered a talent for narrating the sexy little romances Sofia wrote under the pseudonym Z. Wolff.
It was a combination of her and Adrik’s names. A sort of nod to her Dark Wolf husband and the Z was short for Zaika, which was Adrik’s pet name for her.
Destiny, Marat’s wife, and the mother of their little girl, Lucy, had a gift for narration.
She and Sofia were celebrating their sixth audiobook release.
Which got me thinking. Meredith liked audiobooks and reading in general. When we flew home from Vegas, she’d been listening to one.
I wasn’t sure of the genre, but I could check her reading app.
What?
Her new phone was on my account. I had access to all her apps, messages, everything, really.
I should probably tell her that.
But I wasn’t stupid, and I wasn’t looking for a fight.
Plus, I didn’t look through her stuff religiously. Definitely not since we decided to make this marriage real.
I still wanted my wife to give me her secrets knowingly, willingly.
Seduction aside.
But it was time I introduced her to the others. And if they had some common interests, like reading or listening to smut books, then it might be easier on her.
When she wasn’t at work, Meredith spent her time with me. But I knew better than to think that was enough.
My wife could use some friends, and Destiny and Sofia were two of the best people I knew.
Hell, they were family.
But family and friendships aside, maybe we could leave the party early.
As all those thoughts were dancing in my head, I figured I could surprise Meredith with some new additions to her wardrobe.
I pulled up the catalog for an exclusive boutique on Billionaire’s Row and dialed the owner’s private number. My company had installed security there, and Adrik and Marat were frequent customers for their wives.
I could just have someone else do this. But if anyone was dressing my wife, it was going to be me.
I adjusted my cock again and paused my scrolling on a sexy little number. The call connected and I spoke first.
“This is Josef Aziz.”
“Mr. Aziz! Yes, sir, what can I do for you?” Van Wong, the owner of the boutique, asked.
“I need some things for my wife. I’m texting you her measurements and sizes. It’s for a dinner party. Tell me, do you have item 5e023d in pink?”
“Pink?”
“Yes. That’s what I said.”
“I can have that for you, no problem. When?”
“Have it delivered by five,” I replied.
“Yes, sir. Will you be needing accessories?”
“Indeed. Purses. Wallets. Send a dozen of each. Also, shoes. Not too high. She prefers flats or wedge heels. As a matter of fact, send whatever else you have in her size as long as there’s pink in it.”
“Pink? Yes. Very good, sir.”
“Thank you, Van,” I said.
“My pleasure to assist you, Mr. Aziz.”
Cost was no issue, as Van knew. My account would be paid in full before he could hit enter.
Whatever the price. It was worth it. I was practically salivating, just thinking of how delicious my wife looked in pink.
Yes, leaving the party early seemed like a very good idea.