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“God, yes,” I answer out of weakness.
“Good boy.” He breathes me in. “Now sit. Let mewine and dine you first.”
Fuck, maybe I do want a little romance...
The bottle of champagne is put down, and the server walks away fanning herself.
Ford isn’t exactly quiet. Or ashamed. This is who he is. When he’s in, he’s all in. And in the same unapologetic way he does everything else in his life.
The memory of how his cock felt buried deep inside me skitters across me, making my heart pound.
Jesus Fucking Christ, this is a date.
“Our food will be out in a little while.” He lifts the champagne and pours it for me.
“I would have liked to order,” I say.
“I know what you like. I know what you need.” He pushes my glass toward me. “I always knew what you needed. Drink.”
A dig because I didn’t take into consideration his needs.
I guess I didn’t nurture him as an alpha and embraced the new male-fucking side of him.
The waitress shows up and sets down an oblong ceramic bowl with burrata cheese, thick tomato slices, and a drizzle of balsamic in the middle of the table along with steaming fresh bread.
I can come from the food alone.
“This must be costing you a fortune,” I say when the waitress disappears as quietly as she first appeared.
Ford must have talked to her ahead of time and instructed exactly what he wanted from her.
Like he will with me.
“Sure is.” Ford makes a plate for himself and lets me make my own.
He holds up his glass and stares into my eyes. I feel my soul rise from my body and throw itself on thetable for him.
“Is there anything you want to say to me, Ashton?”
I freeze with the glass almost to my lips.
“Like what?”
“Think about it.”
“Do you expect me to apologize?” I put the glass down, worrying it will break.
“You cheated on me, so yeah.”
“I didn’t cheat.” I take a sip, needing some liquid courage to face what I avoided the last few months. “And I didn’t know to what extent you wanted to claim me as yours.”
“It’s a shame you thought that.”
“You know why I couldn’t be what you wanted.”
“I don’t hide.” Ford grinds a thick finger into the tablecloth.
“There were circles we could have freely hung out in. You would have loved my suite at the Fountain Blu in Miami.”
