Paige
“And this is the master bedroom,” Dallas waves his hand in the air without much excitement behind his voice, sort of like he is presenting me with something boring while I stare.
There isn’t much else I can do. I lost the ability to speak the moment I saw his grand mansion. Like, Jesus Christ. I know his football career took off after we broke up, but this place is insane.
“Paige?” Dallas asks in a concerned voice. “Are you okay?”
“Umm...sorry, I just...this place is a little much.”
He grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Do you like it?”
Honestly?
I think I’ve entered heaven. I can’t stop gawking. The room is everything you would expect a bedroom belonging to a rich NFL player to be: enormous, opulent, dripping with luxury from wall to wall. Everything is perfectly in its place like
