R O S A L I E
Axel has kept to every single one of his promises since I’d met him, and here we were at the furniture company, as he reluctantly agreed for me to pay off my own things with my own money.
"I still think I should be paying for all this," he grumbled as we walked through the showroom, his hands shoved in his pockets.
"And I still think you should respect my wishes," I retorted, running my hand over the smooth wood of a dining table. "This is my apartment. My furniture. My money."
"Your ridiculously overpriced rent paying money," he mumbled under his breath.
"I heard that," I said, swatting him playfully on the arm. "And for the record, it's not ridiculously overpriced. It's a fair deal. Too fair, matter of factly."
"If you say so, Dr. Monroe," he said, a small smile playi
