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"Don’t be silly. You own my heart as much as I own yours," I reassured him, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked, his voice softening.
"My friends from home would like to come down for a night in the city," I said, excitement bubbling up.
"A night where?" he asked, suspicion already creeping into his tone.
"At a club."
I hadn’t been out for a night on the town in so long. In college, I used to go out with Sadie or some of my friends from the dorm almost every Friday and Saturday. Now that I was with Oliver, I’d become a homebody.
"Which club are you referring to? Clubs are hard as far as security. They’re crowded and full of men with grabby hands," he said, his protective instincts flaring.
"I’ve never had a problem before," I pointed out.
"You’ve never been engaged to a man in the public eye," he countered.
I rolled my eyes. "Wow, conceited much?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
"It’s true. I want you safe. If you want to go to a club, then go to one of mine," he suggested, his tone firm but caring.
"Why doesn’t it surprise me that you own clubs around the city?" I said, teasing playfully.
He straightened up as if puffing with pride and stroked his hand over the stubble on his chin.
"Not just Manhattan," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Where else?"
"Los Angeles, Miami, Las Vegas, Vancouver, London, Rome, and Chicago," he listed casually.
I giggled. "Maybe we should take the company jet and hit all of them."
"That could take a while," he said, his smirk turning into a full grin. "I own eighteen of them."
I snorted. "What don’t you own?" I asked, genuinely curious about the extent of his empire.
"I’m not sure what you mean," he said, tilting his head.
"You’re quite diversified," I said, marveling at the man before me.
Oliver shrugged as if it was no big deal but it was a huge deal for someone who basically started from scratch was now a billionaire at thirty seven. I’m not sure if he even understood how admirable what he did was.
“I told you my portfolio is quite expansive. I suggest you familiarize yourself with it if you plan to be my wife and protégé,” Oliver said, his eyes twinkling with a mix of challenge and affection.
I laughed softly. “That could take months, if not years.”
“We have time. The rest of our lives,” he replied, his voice warm and reassuring.
“So, what about the club? Which ones do you own?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Ice, Pinnacle, Bamboo, Club Inc., Rooftop, and Show Me Yours,” he listed.
“I’ve only been to Bamboo,” I admitted.
“I also own some bars,” he added, a hint of pride in his voice.
“When can I go?” I asked excitedly.
