Page 132 of Avenging Azalea

“Can I just say that you telling Vera off was really fucking sexy,” Titus said, and I smirked.

“I would’ve clawed her eyes out for threatening to take what is mine,” I said as he held me tighter.

“I know. That’s what makes it so hot,” Titus said against my lips as his hands pulled the bottom of my dress up and over my ass. “Fuck you look incredible…I think it’s time we christened this office.”

“What about dinner,” I asked, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Oh, we’re still going to dinner. But if I don’t fuck you right now…then you’re going to be what I’m eating off the table.”

Just when I didn’t think he could melt the panties off my body any faster, he always found a way.

Chapter

Forty-Three

TITUS

My entire body was alive. My blood was singing after what we’d just done in my office, and I couldn’t wait to get home and do it all over again. I looked over at Fawn as she laughed, her sweet voice the only music needed in the car. I smiled at her as we talked, and I drove to the other side of town. This was one place I’d never pictured taking Fawn.

Holding her hand, I rubbed my thumb over the blank space where an engagement ring would go. That would be corrected very soon. It might seem rushed to the outside world after the very public engagement to Vera and the subsequent canceling of our wedding. Those who loved to share tea would be all over me and Fawn, tying the knot. But it couldn’t be helped. I wanted to marry her, and I didn’t trust my father. He was sneaky, and after what he’d already pulled, the sooner we made our marriage official, the safer we would be.

“So, where exactly are we going for dinner?”

“One of my favorite restaurants. It hasn’t been awarded Michelin stars, but they are truly a hidden gem and should’ve received one long ago,” I said.

Fawn loved authentic Chinese food. I’d brought take-out home from Mrs. Chen’s in the past, but never said where it was from.

“Well, this sounds interesting. Did I dress up enough,” Fawn asked, her voice filled with worry as she looked down at the dress that I was dying to rip off her body.

I smirked. “No need to worry about that.”

The Chen’s building stood out with red and gold accents that glinted against the white and grey of the other buildings in this neighborhood. Fawn’s confusion seemed to grow as we pulled up and parked in front. She stared at the doors of the packed restaurant. It was always busy, no matter the time of day, which had proven a bonus for our side business.

“I’m not complaining, but aren’t we overdressed for a family restaurant?”

“Trust me, everyone will stare no matter what you’re wearing because you’re that beautiful.”

Fawn blushed and looked at me like I was being preposterous.

Laughing, I got out and buttoned my suit jacket as I walked around to open Fawn’s door. Holding out my hand, I helped her out of my Lamborghini. She looked up and down the dark street, and I could tell what she was thinking.

“Don’t worry about the car. Everyone in this neighborhood knows me and what I drive. It’s perfectly safe,” I said, extending my elbow for her to take.

“This is all very mysterious,” she said, as I reached to open the glass door. We were instantly hit with the heat of so many people, jubilant noise, and the delicious scent of food all at the same time.

The crowd was a mix of those from the neighborhood simply here for a meal, and the men and women that Mrs. Chen had on her payroll. I nodded to the ones I knew as I guided Fawn toward the back of the restaurant and the booth that Mrs. Chen kept open for me.

Fawn sat down and scooted around to the center. I followed her in and stretched my arm along the seat behind her. She understood me better than anyone and not only knew exactly what I wanted, but also took the invitation to snuggle closer as she picked up the menu.

“Oh my gosh, everything sounds amazing,” Fawn said, just as Mrs. Chen appeared from the kitchen door near us.

“That’s because it’s all the best,” Mrs. Chen said, and waved at the menu. “No need for that, we’ll bring you some of everything, our treat.”

Fawn looked totally bewildered by the generous gesture.

“Thank you, that’s so kind.”

“Ha. I’m just trying to get Titus to come around more often. His brother Ronan has too big of a head and he eats like a pig at a trough,” Mrs. Chen said, making me smile.