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“Bro, give me a second and I’ll be right with you, I’m almost done here,” Eric replied.

Sean slid into the booth next to Kyla and kissed her. Eric’s eyes got wide as he watched Sean. “Baby, who’s this?” Sean asked.

“Eric King.”

“Olivia’s husband?”

“Yes.”

“Have we met?” Eric asked Sean.

“No, but Kyla told me all about you.”

“I doubt that,” he said cockily. “Sexy here was very closed mouth when it came to talking about us.”

“Kyla, her name is Kyla.” Sean put his napkin in his lap and then took a sip from his glass. “And yes, she did. I know all about you, the apartment, the financial arrangement and your wife.”

He smirked. “So you’re the one I have to blame for Olivia’s finding out about me and Sexy.”

Sean leaned across the table, staring into Eric’s face. “Kyla, my fiancée’s name is Kyla.” Sean was secure in his place in Kyla’s heart, and his role as her protector. He was proud to be seen with her and refused to let anyone disrespect her.

“Fiancée? Well, well, well, I guess it is possible to turn a ho into a housewife.”

Sean quickly stood up. He towered over Eric by several inches. He bent his head and not blinking, lowered his voice so Eric could understand the power of his statement. “I believe you owe the lady, my fiancée, an apology.”

Eric swallowed hard and looked around the room. He couldn’t afford to make a scene that could be photographed and sent to the press. Appearing on Page Six of The Post was a direct violation of his agreement with Olivia. He straightened his tie and looked at Kyla. “I’m sorry about the comment. Congratulations on your engagement.” He looked at Sean and left.

Sean sat back down, brushed his tie and placed the napkin back onto his lap. Kyla gently turned his face to her. “I can take care of myself…but it’s nice having someone who wants to.” She gently placed her lips against his, letting them linger. She pulled back and wiped her lipstick from his lips.

“It’s a job I’m glad to have,” he smiled and cast his eyes back to the menu. “So what are you having?”

“A future with you.”

He didn’t look up from the menu. “Wanna get married tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, let me sleep on it.”

“The veal ravioli sounds good.”

“I spoke to Antonio and he said to tell you he agrees with your choice of the rooftop at the Gramercy Park for our engagement party.”

“Really?”

“But I like the Penthouse Suite at the Surrey.”

“That’s nice, too.”

“It has a terrace which would be perfect for our wedding. I think I’ll have the salmon.”

He turned to face her. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m going to have the salmon. Oh, you mean the thing about the Penthouse terrace at the Surrey being the perfect place for our wedding?” She turned to face him.

“Yeah. I thought you wanted to elope?”

“I do, I did. But I know you want a few more people there besides just us. So, I think we stick to our plan and tell everyone it’s an engagement party, but surprise them with a wedding.”

“I’m fine eloping.” She gently stroked the side of his face.

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