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"It’s the summer and most of them are busy just like I am. Besides, I’ve been wrapped up in my gorgeous fiancée," Oliver said, smirking playfully.
"I want to meet them," I insisted, not letting the subject drop.
"The summer is almost over. You will," he promised.
"What are their names?" I asked, wanting to know more about the people who were important to him.
"Ivan, Dax, and Wilmer. They’ve spent most of the summer overseas," Oliver said, relaxing back into the conversation.
"Conducting business?" I asked, curious about their lives.
Oliver started to laugh. "Enjoying the European sun. All three are trust fund babies."
"So how do you know them?" I asked, intrigued.
"From college," he replied simply.
"You’re the only one of the four of you that works?" I asked, feeling a mix of admiration and curiosity.
"No. They work but sparingly. Dax and Wilmer buy and sell art and Ivan is a retired hockey player," Oliver explained.
"Hockey?" I echoed, surprised.
"He’s Russian. He played in the league for a few years until he got his brains scrambled one too many times. He had to call it quits," Oliver said.
"Are they all your age?" I asked, picturing the eclectic group of friends.
"More or less. We all met in college, so we’re around the same age," Oliver said, smiling as he reminisced.
"I’m looking forward to meeting them," I said, feeling a sense of anticipation.
“Yes. I’ll have to keep you close so the wolves will stay away,” Oliver teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
My eyes grew wide. "They wouldn’t hit on me, would they?"
"No, of course not," he reassured me, chuckling. "But I’m sure they will be quite taken with you. You’re beautiful. They thought I would never get married."
Oliver picked up the remote and flipped through the channels a few times, stopping abruptly on a gossip show called “On the Six” when he heard his name mentioned. I sat up, alert, when the word "engagement" caught my ear. The show was reporting on our engagement, and the screen displayed a picture of us walking out of work that evening, followed by a close-up of my ring.
I leaned closer, my heart racing. "How did they even get that picture?"
"Fuck. I’m sorry," Oliver muttered, running a hand through his hair.
"What are you sorry for?" I asked, my brows knitting in confusion.
"I thought we would have more time before it got into the news cycle. I was having the PR department write a press release. It was supposed to be sent out tomorrow," he explained, his frustration evident.
"It’s not your fault. Stop apologizing. You didn’t tell me you were having a press release prepared," I said, trying to soothe him.
"I would have once I approved it," he replied, sighing.
"I love you. I don’t give a shit if people know," I declared, taking his hand in mine.
"It’s not a matter of caring; it’s a matter of security," Oliver corrected, his eyes serious.
"We have security," I pointed out.
"But now that it’s out, you’ll need it when you’re not with me," he said, a protective edge in his voice.
