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“Like an antique, a ring that looks like it belongs to an epic love story.” She looks long into her wine glass.“Is that crazy?”
“No,” I reply. An antique look. I mentally catalog that. I’m not a guy who likes to shop, but Kent is. He’s got to be able to translate‘antique epic love story ring’to a jeweler.
“Good. Now I have an idea.” I smile and then take a sip of my wine.“Did I fuck it up by asking you all these questions?”
“No,” she shakes her head, and some of her hair falls from over her shoulder down into the swell of her breasts. I reach out and tuck it back over her shoulder, but not before my knuckle grazes her nipple. Her lips part, and a small moan escapes as her nipples pebble.
I lean closer so my lips press against the shell of her ear, "I can't wait to taste you, Poppy. Every." Kiss. "Single." I kiss her again asI run my lips over her jawline. "Inch." I allow my teeth to nip her earlobe as I playfully bite it before I pull away. Her thighs clench, making her black dress inch up to reveal the start of her slender thighs.
We each finish our glass of wine; chugging it down is more like it. I know when my woman needs me. She keeps adjusting her position, legs clenching, her eyes bouncing from my lips to my hard cock.
I pay the bill. Poppy gently reaches for my hand.“Thank you, Jules, for everything, for this date, for your love, for wanting to be with a person like me.”
Her words make me hesitate. I love some of them, but I don’t like others. She still doesn’t see her value, but I’ll make it my mission that she does.
“Poppy Moore, you are the most beautiful woman I have had the honor of meeting. If one day you decide to be my wife, to be the mother of my kids, I’d be the happiest man alive. You are the most valuable person to me; do you understand that?” I hold her stare.Know I love you, know how much you’re worth, Poppy. Let me show you.
She reaches over and touches my shoulder.“You make me feel a level of happiness I never thought I’d feel again, Jules.” She kisses me.“Thank you, my love.”
My heart? It just doubled in size. I love hearing her call me that.
“I just have to use the restroom before we go,” she says as she stands.
I nod and watch her hips sway as she navigates through the packed tables toward the restroom. Every single fucker that looks at her is mentally put on my hit list. Animals. All of them.
I know Poppy joked about a huge ring on her finger, but I’m serious about it. I want her engagement ring to say,‘See this: I belong to Julian Sterling. Don’t fuck with me.’
I grin and scratch my jaw. I might have that engraved on the inside of it.
My phone buzzes, and I pull it out. All my joy from the evening pops like a balloon. It’s a picture of Poppy and me sitting at the table. The table is clean, so it had to have been taken shortly after we sat down; our wine wasn’t even poured yet.
A series of texts ping my phone, each one feeling like a bullet hitting me, reminding me I’m not invincible and that I alone can’t protect Poppy.
Unknown: You think you can take what’s mine. Trick her with a nice dinner?
Unknown: I’m going to enjoy taking her from you.
Unknown: I’m going to enjoy hearing her call out my name and not yours when I fuck her.
Unknown: I’m going to enjoy her while you rot.
I’m up and running towards the restrooms, bumping into tables as I barrel through. I hear people shout at me, curses, and glasses clinking as I assume they have spilled on the tables. I burst through the women's door without a second thought, just in time to see Poppy reapplying her lipstick; her eyes go wide.
“Julian,” she gasps. Then she looks left to right, but she’s alone.“What are you doing? This is the ladies' room.”
I hesitate, my entire frame filling the door as I think. If I tell her about the latest threat, all her happiness from earlier will vanish.
I won’t let that fucker win.
I straighten up and reach for her hand, take her lipstick, and toss it inside her bag.“You don’t need lipstick. I’m just going to kiss it off.”
I grip her ass and try to act like a feral man when in reality, I’m trying to think of the best way to get us out alive.
Andrew. That fucker has someone tailing me.
My uncle has a team covering me; they are planted outside per my request. I wanted this evening to be private, special for Poppy and me. Clearly, Andrew knew that.
Uncle Dan’s team has a mole. The members of his team were the only ones who knew I added the last-minute trip to New York and the dinner for tonight.
