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Chapter thirty
Matt
She's asleep in my arms, so now I can get up.
I kiss her cheek softly and unwrap my arms from around her body.
I kiss her head again, twice, and get out of the bed quietly.
I stand up and stretch my cramped body, out.
I pull the blanket fully over her body and tiptoe out of the room.
There's no food in the house and I know she's going to wake up hungry.
The woman eats like a grown man.
Its quite refreshing, actually.
She doesn't eat healthy either and still manages to have the amazing body that I devour, without question, on the daily.
I close the door quietly, after watching her sleep for a little.
I love watching her sleep, as creepy as it sounds. She's my little angel.
And if you couldn't guess, I'm obviously the demon.
I walk down the hall and take my keys out of my pocket, once in the living room.
I promised her that I would let her buy groceries and all that.
She insisted but I never want her to be hungry, especially when I'm fully capable of going to the store myself.
I'll just have her pay me back or something.
She hates when I buy or pay for things for her. She thinks that she can do it herself. I know she can but that's not the point. I want to take care of her. Love her and cherish her. Make sure she's healthy and strong and fed.
I have the money so I'm gonna use it. I fuck her so I need to take care of her.
My girlfriend, my responsibility.
I'm still a little upset when I look at her and don't see her wearing the jewelry I bought for her.
Of course, it's her body and she can do whatever she likes with it but I still like to see the things that I bought for her, on her.
She claims that she was in a hurry and forgot to put them on but I know she just feels bad wearing the jewelry.
I'm never telling her how much it costed cause I'm sure she would demand me take them back.
The necklace alone was $2,500 dollars.
She would have a fit if she ever found out but I love her endlessly so it doesn't matter to me.
I don't think I've ever gotten angry at her.
Of course, I have my little moods and times when I snap on her but that's not anger, its frustration, moodiness.
Only a few people have seen my real anger.
I walk out the front door, in a hurry.
I want to get back before she wakes.
I'm gonna cook for her and hopefully, she may not go back to those awful, awful dorm rooms.
I still haven't decided what I'm cooking for her but I need to, soon.
I get inside my car and turn it on.
I take my phone out of my pocket.
I record a short voicemail, for in case she wakes up before I'm back, saying that I have gone to go get something and will be right back.
The last thing I want is her thinking I've run off.
We all know I've done that before.
I send the voicemail and put my phone back in my pocket.
I pull the gear shift and back out of the parking lot.
Looking back at the apartment, I wish that I could live in it with Novah.
I want to have children with her.
Build a life with her.
Question is, will she want to?
Will we even last?
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