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If anyone understands her, it’s me. We tiptoe around the room to the closet and she throws a black cocktail dress at me. We change quickly and put on makeup.
This was the worst idea I’ve ever had. I know it the moment we tiptoe downstairs, dodging the house staff. My heart beats like crazy, even though no one would do anything to me. When we’re out the door, we rush toward the bushes, sighing in relief when we find a security guard engrossed on his phone.
At the corner, we grab an Uber, still high on adrenaline. I might either faint or burst, but seeing her smiling so widely, like she has no care in the world, is worth it.
I sip from my drink, watching Cameron, who has his arms stretched over the couch. Two women are clamoring for his attention. Knowing him, he won’t do anything as long as he’s in public. My phone vibrates in my pants pocket, and I pick it up to see Daniel is calling.
“They just left the house and took an Uber.”
Half of me wants to smile, the other part wants to wring her neck.
“Follow them.”
“Based on what they had on, they’re headed to a club.”
“What did she have on?”
He sends me a photo, and my cock hardens when I see her in a black dress, barely covering her ass.
“Boss, they’re headed your way.”
“Stay in position.”
My princess wants to play. Well, let’s play. I call security and tell him to let the girls in. Even with makeup on, Aurora doesn’t look twenty-one.
“What’s the matter?” Cato says, a glass in his hand, a small entourage at our table.
My eyes are fixed on the area downstairs. When I spot Aurora, my chest warms instantly. I point at them.
“What the fuck? Man, you have absolutely no control over your wife.”
“Good luck taming your bride.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Let them have fun.”
“This is fucked up. Fuck.” He might come across as an unfeeling bastard. He intimidates people by just looking at them, but beneath that is someone in need of a reason not to give in to the darkness. He rakes a hand through his hair. “Any advice?”
“Get Chiara to trust you. Make her want to stay.”
“How the fuck did you do that?” he asks as if I accomplished the impossible.
“Put some work in. I had to figure this shit out on my own as well.”
“What are best friends for, huh?”
We chuckle, and for the sake of playing, I type a message.
What’s my princess doing?
A smile tugs at my lips as she takes her phone out and her eyes widen. She bites down on her lower lip. I am so curious about what she’ll do. The waiting kills me.
Enjoying our bachelorette night. Where are you?
I am full-on grinning now. She’s smart, beautiful, and kind. I got so damn lucky.
The bartender puts a tray of shots in front of them, eyes drooping as he takes them in.
