Blake grumbled, flipping his pillow onto the cold side and snuggling back down into bed with an almighty sigh. Soft lips pressed against his neck and he groaned, batting them away, before they came back again.
“No,” he groaned, opening one eye, then the other.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Blakey, happy birthday to you.” Amelia sang softly, smiling down at him.
A slow grin stretched wide across his face as he leant up on his elbow to kiss her.
She kissed him back, leaning forward as he leant back. They pulled away breathless.
“Happy birthday, love of my life.” she smiled, “Your coffee is on the side table.”
He grinned, pecking her lips again, “Thank you, baby.”
“Can I get your presents now?” she jumped up and down in excitement
“Ooft. Bloody hell, Mia.” He groaned as she bounced on his stomach.
“Sorry. Presents now?”
“Mia! I told you I didn’t want anything!”
She rolled her eyes, “Well, I was hardly going to listen to that, was I?” she got up and out of bed and slid the presents out from underneath.
“Mia!” he shouted, “All of those?!” he counted the six presents that she had pulled out and placed on the bed beside him.
“Blake, just open the presents and don’t complain, or you’ll upset me.
He sighed, “Thank you, baby.”
“Open that one first.” She pointed to the smallest present
He smiled and unwrapped it, “Wow Mia. The new Kings of Leon album? This is exactly what I wanted! Thank you!”
“I know how much you like them, so I thought why not? The next one is related, so just open that one now?”
He ripped open the envelope and stared at her open-mouthed, “A private box at the tour? The actual Kings of Leon tour! This isn’t until like next year! Mia!”
She grinned, “You like it?”
“I don’t know what to say, Mia!”
“Then don’t say anything. Open up the next one.”
“Alright then,” he unfolded the paper, “You have got to be kidding me! Mia, this is one of the nicest whiskies I have ever—“
“Macallan... 18 year old? It’s the right one? I tried it but you know I have no idea about this stuff. The guy at the shop said you might like it.”
“Mia, this is all just… absolutely perfect.”
“This one next.” she smiled
He smiled, opening the paper, and then his eyes went dark with lust, “You look so hot in this bikini.”
“You look hot shirtless.” she grinned cheekily, looking at the picture of the pair of them on the beach in California in the oak frame.
“This is going straight on my desk. To tell you the truth, the CD would have made my day, you have made my birthday, but all of this? Thank you.”
“Two more. Open… the little box first.”
He impatiently ripped open the paper and gasped for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, “A Rolex? Mia, no, this is too much, I can’t take this! You’ve spent too much money already!”
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Remember Me?
RomanceAmelia Crawford is a high flying business executive. From a young age she has learnt to hold her own in a boardroom full of domineering, chauvinistic men and is often praised for her incredible intelligence, and breathtaking beauty. Blake Goldstein...
