Chapter 30

Hannah

Things go wrong when we stroll into the guesthouse with blue paint, rollers, and other things we might need. I only set down the items before I tumble forward like a newborn calf, pushing a vase off a shelf while Tobias takes off his shoes in the hallway.

“No-no-no!” I try to reach it in time, but the thing crash to the floor and flies in ten million directions. But at least it didn’t look expensive. It was blue and plain and-

“Did you just break my two hundred thousand dollar vase?”

All blood drains from my face. “Fuck. Me.”

Tobias stops in his tracks, snorting. “I thought we weren’t doing that? You said you wanted to paint.”

I can’t respond to his bad joke. I’m going to be sick-I’m already fighting the urge to throw up all over Tobias’s floor, which also probably costs a fucking fortune.

Slowly, I turn his way. “Don’t even joke.”

The humor leaves him, and he sighs. “You’re right. That vase was very important to me-this is not a joking manner.”

“Shit…” I take a deep breath, weighing my options. “I could start working at the hotel again?” Tobias gives me a pitying look. “Even then, you wouldn’t be able to pay off the debt in time… it would take you forever.”

He is right, and I grimace. “I could take an extra job?” Tobias’s lips twitch in response to my words, and that’s when I realize something. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

Those eyes gleam with mischief. “What gave me away?”

I gasp and point accusingly at him. “You!” I shake my head with an evil smile spreading over my lips. “I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Hannah,” my name is a singsong taunt. “You’re one-hundred and twenty-six pounds soaking wet-I’m not afraid.”

dark blue color we bought, and Tobias laughs. He probably thinks I won’t do it, but I do-I dip a

away from him. It’s a silly game we play. We play pranks on each other and then run from the other. Whenever I

Tobias has tickled me and I’ve laughed and cried in response, we actually manage to get some painting done. I do the bottom half of the walls, while Tobias does the places close to the ceiling. I’m sitting on his shoulders at one point to paint one area. It’s

my chest with my hands resting on

done!”

smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Your clothes are all blue, and the color is even in your hair.” Even though he is making fun of me, my pulse leaps at his dazzling smile. My lips want to smile back, but I’m

We are a new item, and I need to take it easy and stop dreaming about his cock deep inside me, and damn, the

We got the work done, and

me up and down, hesitating

I married you, you lived in an apartment, right?

and I know where this conversation will lead. But I can’t avoid it, not if I wish

mom is probably hoping to live at your place when she gets off that plane,” I look over at Tobias, gauging his reaction. He is calm, so I

“Special?”

at the floor as I brace myself. This is the part that always breaks

parasites. Money is the only thing they care about, and both of them have expensive tastes. My mom loves jewelry, and my dad likes to play on horses and casinos. He also eats out a lot since. I did all the cooking when we lived together. I think I cooked my first meal in first grade, and my parents acted like it was normal. My mom even used to get angry when she came home, and there wasn’t any food. I

hard that it’s getting harder to breathe. My chest feels too tight for my

says something soothing, I might cry, so instead, I let

be back together… again. And while I love them, since they are my parents, you must understand that if they beg for money, I have nothing to do with

crossed in a way that does interesting. things to his biceps and forearms. He scans my face and

I laugh. “What?”

the hotel and were

a pretty good and ordinary life. But it seems I was wrong: the ones who have it

is a deep conversation. I’ve opened up a little, and now Tobias REALLY sees me. It’s

“Thank you…” I mumble.

to pity you, but… in the future, I wish you to tell me these things

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