Sweetly Sexy (A Blake Griffin Love Story)

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Chapter Fifty-Nine

It came down to a very heated, nearly physical argument between Blake and Ian before Ana found herself standing in the living room of what used to be her apartment. Her stuff had been loaded into a truck downstairs; a lot of it was being donated to a variety of different places. Some of it was headed to Blake's house.

And so was she.

Blake was conservative, very much so, even if he'd acted the opposite at times in the past. But it didn't change the fact that he'd said many times he wouldn't live with a girl until they were married. It was just one of his own personal promises, one that he'd discussed with his brother and parents a long time ago.

But this wasn't a normal situation, and the simple fact of the matter was that Ana had a multitude of places to live but none of them that made any sense. Why would she move back in with her parents when she was twenty-three years old and engaged to be married in six months' time? Why would she live with her best friend, who was a newlywed and enjoying his life with his husband, and cause a burden on them for half a year unnecessarily (even though Ian denied it was a burden). No way in hell was she going to move in with any of her siblings, all married and two with kids of their own.

And why in the world would she move into another place for a six-month lease when her fiancé had his own house and more than enough space?

Blake had talked to his parents about the situation and the circumstances. Ana knew that while he wasn't going to let them make this decision for him, he didn't want them to think he was casting away all of the conversations they'd had in the past about him living with someone. She had a feeling that even though he wouldn't admit it, he was searching for their blessing in a way. An, "It's okay sweetheart, we understand. Of course."

Ana looked up at Blake when he slid an arm around her waist. There was still blood on the carpet where Ana had shot Brian in the knee. The door to the half bath in the hallway was broken from where her attacker had kicked it open. A big scratch on the wall from the chair.

"You ready, baby girl?" He looked concerned, just like he had since she'd been back.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Since this whole thing is getting pretty official, are we going to buckle down with the wedding planning?"

He smiled, moving his arm to take her hand. The door closing behind the two of them once they stepped out into the hallways felt like a chapter closing on a chapter of her life. And now she had only Blake and more happiness to write for herself.

"Somehow, I feel like Ashley's been planning behind our backs. But I don't have a problem with that. We are kind of getting low on time. Don't people usually give themselves like a year to plan?"

"Something like that." Ana tossed her ponytail back over her shoulder, looking up at him. "Maybe we should write down all of the people we want to be there and give it to Ashley so she can get the invitations out by the end of the week."

"I think that'll be harder for me than you, given basketball and shit." Blake actually sounded a little annoyed that he was a professional athlete with lots of friends. Ana giggled, shaking her head. "What's so funny?"

"You," she said simply. They climbed into his Tesla, and Blake stared at her with a few blinks until she elaborated. "It's just, you sounded annoyed that you have friends. Your list is going to be a lot longer than mine. I've never had a huge number of friends. I've really only ever had family."

"I don't have to invite everyone," Blake said quickly. "I can cut it down so that our lists are equal."

Ana shook her head again, this time in disagreement. She took his hand as he started driving, reaching to turn the radio down slightly so it was in the background. "I wouldn't be able to let you do that, Blake. I want everyone who you feel is important to you to be there. It doesn't have to be equal in that way."