Free My Mail Order Wife (The Value of a Man Book 1) by Olivia Gaines Page A

looked at him and told him, “Douglas, Daddy has to do some very special paperwork with Mr. Grimes here, then I have to go to work.  If you are extra good, I will bring you home something special. But that is for today only. Can you do this?”
    Douglas’ little head bobbed. “Please sit in the chair against the wall and mind your manners,” Thurston told him.  Douglas was quiet throughout all of the transactions that followed. TaeTay almost was not.
    The first account that was set up for her was a household account.  This one he explained was for her to buy food, clothes, and pay any needed household expenses. “Since you have to buy furniture, I put in three months’ worth of your monthly allowance.  It will be replenished at the beginning of each month with $5,000.  It is important for you to say on budget.”
    The second account was to be used for campaign costs only. Thurston told her, “If you buy a ribbon, a box of donuts or even coffee for the campaign headquarters, please use this account.  And whatever you do, don’t co-mingle the funds.”
    The next account was for Douglas.  “You can add to this account as well.  It is for his college fund, his car, or whatever major expenses as he grows up.”
    TaeTay was in shock especially with the final account.  “This is your rainy day fund. It is in your name only.  Once you sign on the line, I have no authority over this account or the funds within.”
    Be a lady.  Be a lady.  You are now Mrs. Cromwell.  Act like it . “That’s a lot of zeroes,” she told him as she signed her name on the line.  TataLavisha Renee Cromwell. It was done. 
    Mr. Grimes spoke to her, “In a few weeks, your credit cards will arrive.  Here are your temporary checks and some pocket money until everything is set up.”
    The money order Thurston had sent to her, she unfolded from her purse. “Mr. Grimes, can you please add this to Douglas’ account?”
    “Of course, Mrs. Cromwell,” he told her as he closed up all of the documents and handed her the copies she needed.
    “Darling, I have to run. I am late for several meetings. Also, you two need to get home; it’s going to rain this afternoon” he said as he walked them to the car.
    “How are you going to get to work?”
    “I’ll take the subway; you take the car.  I’ll see you at home.” He stooped down to hug Douglas. “You take care of your Mom until I get home tonight.”
    “Okay, Daddy,” Douglas told him as he gave a mock salute.
    “Thurston,” she called after him. “That was a lot of money moving around in there.”
    His fingers rubbed her face, “I have to know and believe that when you come to my bed, you are coming because you want to be there, not because you are broke and have nothing of your own. You are a rich woman now. Anything you do from this point forward is because you want to, not out of necessity.”
    He walked away without even a kiss. He had given her a great deal to think about as she and Douglas climbed into the car and headed back to Brooklyn. I am rich.  I am a rich woman . Thurston has given me the means to leave him if I want to, anytime I feel like it. The funny thing was, she didn’t want to walk away.
    She never had any intention of leaving her husband. Ever.
     

     
    Douglas was enthralled by all the noise, hustling and bustling of the big bad city.  TaeTay found it unsettling. She had seen too many movies of bad things happening in New York and there was nowhere to run because 3 million people were running that way as well. Yet, this was her new home.  She had to make the best of it.  Her feelings about the brownstone in Brooklyn were similar.  With some decorating and added touches, she could make it homey. “Carl,” she asked the driver, “Can we stop at a big box, office supply store?  I need to pick up a few things.”
    Arms filled with a new tablet slash laptop, a cheap color printer, crayons, and workbooks for Douglas, she headed home.  She