Angel
I never even really asked Marco What he did for a living. I don't ask about his work much. But I know he's the boss and he's excellent at his job.
He's an inventor. He comes up with these ideas, bizarre ideas, and makes them into machines that work.
I call him an Idea Man.
"Well come on, husband. We're going shopping."
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I look at the shoes in my hand. They're gorgeous, absolutely to die for, but the price...well that might actually kill me.
Marco chuckles behind me, rolling his eyes. "Get them. I can afford it. I promise."
Smiling, I add the shoes to my mountain of shoe boxes.
"Okay, okay! I'm done!"
Marco comes up behind me, holding my hips, pressing a kiss on my neck with a chuckle.
"You sure? There's at least three more shoe stores in the mall. And you haven't gotten
