“We need to get him trained though” Grayson warned as Roscoe almost dragged me along with him on the leash out of excitement and he was forced to step in and grab the leash himself “Otherwise you might end up being dragged on the ground by your own dog” he laughed teasingly as I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Come on baby” I called to Roscoe, patting the seat next to me.
He immediately jumped in and sat down. Grayson chuckled “You called him baby. I suppose it’s fitting” he added as the limo began to drive off “seeing as he’s now a member of our family. What is it they say? Fur baby?” he muttered, patting Roscoe’s head “We have a fur baby now,” he said exhaling and sitting back as I giggled at him.
Yes, we had our fur baby, but how long was Grayson prepared to wait until he decided it was time we conceived a human baby?
Grayson POV
Needless to say, I had not anticipated bringing home a giant German Shepherd but Flair had fallen in love with the mutt at first sight, and I was loathe to refuse her, especially when we were told the animal hadn’t taken to anybody else in the rescue. He behaved himself in the limo as we made a quick pitstop to pick up food and all the little things he needed such as pet bowls, a new collar, and some toys, before heading home, the driver a little taken aback by the new passenger but taking Roscoe in his stride. The look on Flair’s face as she patted the animal and hugged him, made it all worthwhile. She was so happy, that her smile brought me instant joy just to look at her.
We reached the house and let him inside. The dog remained firmly by Flair’s side as she entered the kitchen. “He’s probably hungry” she murmured as our driver brought in everything we had purchased.
“I’ll get his food and bowl, you get water,” I said shrugging.
Within moments Rocoe was chowing down his food and wagging his tail.
Flair frowned “I think it’s going to be too late to cook what I had originally planned” she sighed looking at the clock.
I grinned “I already organized dinner while you were in the shop.”
The knock on the door excited Roscoe who began to bark while Flair took hold of his collar so he wouldn’t rush the poor delivery person at the door. I chuckled and quickly took the delivery, thanking the person and hoisting the food inside. Flair’s eyes widened and she sniffed, moaning out loud as my groin reacted in response.
“God that smells good,” she said as I placed the food on the coffee table.
I dug through and grabbed her vegan enchiladas handing them to her. “Vegan and I’ve been assured delicious,” I told her as she smiled and grabbed cutlery.
I grabbed my own meat ones and cutlery and we settled back against the couches, while Roscoe came stalking in, sitting in front of Flair with wide eyes and a pleading look.
“So how was your day today?” I asked my wife, putting her feet on my lap and eating while ignoring the whines of the new dog who was sniffing the air.
Flair smiled “I got a lot of work done today. Rachel and I drew up some new designs to send to a third party who will make them and send them on to boutiques. Miss F and Rair are our main money makers and deliver huge profits but I also have another range which sells eco-conscious yoga mats and yoga clothing in specialized boutiques as well.”
“That sounds interesting. Do you like the work?”
“I tweak the designs, sometimes I have good ideas, but Rachel is the one who is the main drive behind them. She’s so talented” Flair said with a passion “She has this ability to bring forward a design from nothing and she’s consistent with the clothing range. I would be lost without her.”
“How did you get started with your business in the first place?”
“Well we went to college but I never went on to do more with my degree. Johnathon insisted we get married and I dropped any thoughts of continuing with my studies” she said ashamedly “But marriage to Johnathon was not exactly as exciting as I dreamed it would be. I’m not saying it was awful” she rushed to say “but it wasn’t fulfilling, so Rachel came up with the idea of beginning our own business, but without using our real names so it couldn’t be tracked back to us. Johnathon had no clue I was a Grant, I’d used my mother’s maiden name at College and I hadn’t told him the truth so I figured why not and it just went from there.”
“It’s impressive,” I told her honestly “Most businesses have a tendency to fail in the first year unless you’re tenacious and put the hard work in.”
“We worked hard and I spent every waking minute I could, without Johnathon’s knowledge. I came up with the name Miss F, but Rachel was the one who came up with the name Rair, a play on both our names” she laughed.
She eyed me “How was your day?” she asked, Roscoe subtly moving closer, his head on the couch now as he licked his lips and Flair absently rubbed his head.
“The usual, paperwork, organizing meetings with clients, organizing retractions from certain newspapers. Did you know that there’s speculation you’re pregnant already?” I said amused.
“Oh so you saw the papers too” Flair giggled as I finished my food and put the empty container back on the coffee table, causing Roscoe to glare at me in disappointment “I thought the picture was nice,” she said innocently, causing me to chuckle.
I began to take her shoes off and massage her feet as she continued to slowly chew her food, her eyes closing in appreciation, Roscoe nudging her hand in an attempt to emotionally blackmail her into sharing.
“I did,” I said with a grin “I fear that Charlotte must be a little annoyed with us both.”
“We didn’t do it on purpose, but at least the video wasn’t leaked” she murmured “I made sure that Knox deleted it.”
“Are you talking about that video of Charlotte having a temper tantrum about the ring?” I asked casually as her eyes flew open “Because that’s been on the television” I advised her, causing her mouth to gape wide open “You haven’t seen it?”
“No” she gasped, “I thought they checked everyone’s phone before they left? Oh my god, Knox” she snapped, swinging her feet off of me and grabbing her phone from her bag.
I watched her put her mostly eaten food on the table and saw Roscoe sneakily grab the last bit and devour it, while she angrily hit the dial button on her cell phone.
“Yo babycakes what’s up” she’d put it on speaker phone and Knox’s voice was mischievous.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.