Dad's CEO Boss: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 203)

with Chrissy, I can breathe easy.
I can actually breathe for what feels like the first time in my life.
Knowing she’s mine now, hearing her humming in the shower, it’s enough to push everything else to one side and make me think again about dissolving the whole company.
Everything I thought I was chasing, everything I thought I needed isn’t in that skyscraper across the street… no.
It’s in the bathroom, showering.
“Logan?”
My heart jumps a little as I hear her calling for me, more for how she’s calling for me.
“Can you scrub my back?” she asks.
I’m already halfway there.
“I’d rather scrub your front,” I tell her honestly, making her jump a little, then playfully punch me as I sidle into the huge shower behind her, her hair all soapy and her eyes half-shut as she has to feel her way around.
I make sure her hands find everything I want them to touch, and although it feels like I’m claiming her all over again, it’s calming to just massage her back with the sponge, help her rinse her hair and then hold her while I tell her what I have planned for the rest of the day.
It already feels like time’s slipping by. Our first day and it’s almost over.
Forty years I’ve waited for her. I can’t waste another second of my life without her.
“I thought we might do a little shopping?” I suggest, “Then grab some dinner?”
I only realize how hungry I am once I say it, and as if on cue, her stomach growls loudly and we both laugh as I dry her off and help her into one of the hotel’s robes.
I grip a towel loosely around myself and head for the tangled bundle of our clothes in the bedroom, trying to find out which is which.
“I think you tore your shirt,” Chrissy observes, finding it hanging over a lamp.
I discover her panties, which have suffered a similar fate but I’m not certain I want to give them back.
“Just cover yourself,” I tell her matter of fact. “You’ll have new everything in a few minutes, there are some great tailors down the street that do everything.”
I notice her face fall a little, she looks awkward and embarrassed again.
“What is it?” I ask her, moving over to her and hooking my thumbs into her robe, pulling her towards me.
I know the look, I see it whenever I announce a purchase or a dinner, anything that involves money really.
I don’t forget, I just speak before I think most of the time and people feel awkward because they don’t have access to the money I do, or they just never dreamed of being in a certain place, restaurant, or boutique.
“It’s fine, Chrissy,” I assure her. “From now on, you’re mine and that means anything you need, want, or whatever for any reason, it’s yours. Okay?” I ask her, lifting her face to meet mine, sighing a little as I notice her expression only looks more awkward than ever.
“Let’s just get outta here, get some clothes, and grab a bit, huh?” I ask her again, and she readily agrees as I internally debate the tailor or the regular shopping mall.
A burger stand over a five-star restaurant.
Whatever Chrissy wants. I tell myself, and I reluctantly hand her back her panties and try not to ogle her too much as she gets dressed again, but it’s no use.
By the time I go to zip up my own pants, I’m as hard as a rock again and I struggle to get dressed without looking like some wild man, crazed with passion for just one thing.
For just one person.
I breathe another sigh of relief when Chrissy agrees to boutiques and five star everything.
I don’t have any problem with the alternatives, but why fly coach when you can own the whole airline?
I know just the place too, and after letting the hotel know I’ll be needing the room still… maybe… we head out, and automatically my hand reaches out for her as we walk.
Maybe it’s because I left my jacket behind and have just my shirt and pants on for a change, or maybe it’s because I’m so close to a woman…
Nobody even notices me for a change, not a single look or pointing stare this time when Logan Parker steps out in public.
Maybe nobody recognizes the new Logan Parker.
The one who’s found his mate, who’s more at ease in his own life and is with someone who most recently stopped giving a damn about what anybody thinks anymore.
It’s a passing observation anyway, my eyes are on Chrissy and even though she’s so close I can’t help but stare at her, almost wanting to let her walk ahead of me so I can watch her move as she walks but no way am I letting go of her.
Not even for a second.

Chapter Fifteen
Chrissy
Walking with Logan is like being on a cloud. I thought there’d be people looking, taking pictures, like this morning but something’s different now.
It’s like he’s a changed man.
His hand on my back sending shivers through me with each step, we walk a while until he pauses at a boutique I’ve only ever seen in magazines.
He raises a brow in question and I feel myself nodding, but still can’t believe this is actually happening as he holds the door open and we both walk in.
There’s a very serious, older woman and an even older looking man, instantly scrutinizing us both.
I feel myself flush red and turn to Logan, thinking this was a bad idea, but in seconds it becomes clear.
They’re not judging us, they’re figuring out what we need.
And they know Logan, personally it seems.
“Mr. Parker, it’s been too long, please! Tell me you’ve come here in urgent need of some new outfits!” the woman exclaims in a husky voice, reaching for a swatch of fabric and a tape measure.
Logan leans in and whispers in my ear, “Just play along Chrissy, these people know what they’re doing,” he tells me calmly before replying to her.
“We do, Lana,