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Lev rolled his eyes at the question. “Who else would I be taking? You?”
Konstantin and Lev chuckled.
“Sorry, Chief,” Ilya apologized. “Do you want me to grab some flowers on our way back?”
“Flowers? What for?” Lev asked, confused. What did dinner have to do with flowers? His father used to get his mother flowers, but he’d never seen the need for it.
It was Ilya’s turn to roll his eyes. “You’re helpless, Chief.”
The car headlights flickered as they approached. Lev got in the backseat while Konstantin got in the driver’s seat. Ilya took the passenger seat.
“You should get her flowers. Women love them,” Ilya explained. “It’s a romantic gesture and an easy way to win her forgiveness. It’s a bonus if you get it with some chocolates.”
Lev chuckled. None of his men were hopeless romantics, and certainly not Ilya. “When the hell did you learn how to win a woman’s heart?”
“I’m not as rich as you are, Chief. I don’t have women fighting for my attention. Pretending to be in love with them is the only way I have them giving me access to their pussies for free.”
Lev shook his head. “Too many details. I don’t want to know about your sex life, Ilya.”
“Sorry, Chief.”
Blowing out a breath, Lev leaned back in his seat. “Drive us to the florist and somewhere we can get some chocolate.”
The engine roared to life, and Konstantin drove the car out from the parking lot. Two stops, a bouquet of roses and a chocolate box later, he brought the car to a stop at the entrance of the manor.
The front door opened, and Zia stepped out to the front porch in a sexy and classy black dress that showed off all her curves.
Lev’s heart stopped beating for a moment as he took in the beautiful woman in front of him. She’d straightened her curly hair and it dropped all the way down to her waist. She had minimal makeup on, but God, she was the most beautiful woman to have ever existed.
Her small oval face, paired with those big, cloudless blue eyes, thick lashes, and full pink lips, was perfection incarnate. Her beauty was unreal, unmatched, and the very sight of her made Lev’s chest flutter.
He still couldn’t believe this beautiful woman was his wife. She was all his, not Owen’s or anyone else’s. His. And he was going to wake up to her angelic face every day for the rest of his life.
The wind danced with the strands of her dark mane, and when she smiled, the world spiraled to a stop. Lev’s mind went mush with admiration for his wife.
“Are you okay?” Zia asked, walking up to him with a smile.
The scent of lavender and vanilla invaded his nose. It was soft, sensual, and captivating. He held out the flower to her without taking his eyes away from her face. “No, I’m not. I’m distracted by how beautiful you are.”
Her cheeks turned red as she took the flower from him. “Thank you.” She inhaled the flower and moaned. “It smells good.”
“Not as good as you.” He wanted to lean closer and breathe her in. He wanted to let her intoxicate him. Because, in truth, she’d seized all his thoughts since he met her. She’d infiltrated his mind, captured his soul. And from the way his heartbeat grew rapid whenever he was around her, he knew what he’d been trying to deny for so long.
She’d captured his heart as well.
Chapter 17 - Zia
Zia stood in awe as they stepped into the restaurant's grand foyer. Marble floors gleamed under crystal chandeliers that cast a soft, warm light over the scene.
This place screamed luxury, from the interior décor to the staff and the other customers eating there. She’d never been to a place like this.
Dinner dates with Owen were always at smaller, cheaper restaurants where they could afford, not somewhere so expensive.
Lev’s hand, steady and reassuring, rested lightly on the small of her back as one of the waiters approached them.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Nikolai,” the waiter greeted, bowing slightly. “Your table is ready.”
Lev nodded, his usual air of dominance surrounding him. Zia felt a flutter of excitement and nerves as they were led past the main dining area, where elegantly dressed customers enjoyed their meals, to a discrete door guarded by a velvet rope.
