Page 158 of Delilah In Discretion

She gave me a look of shock, and I shook my head with a sigh. “I need to stop spending so much time with Sterling, is what your face is telling me.” She giggled, but she jerked as my palm landed on her ass. “And stop rolling those pretty eyes of yours, hmm?”

She blushed as she avoided eye contact. Leaning down, I took that as a moment to place a kiss on her lips, muffling her little whimper as I groped her ass.

“Side note: I’m not on the best terms with your father right now,” I continued.

She frowned as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Why?”

I shrugged. “I may have bickered back and forth with him for a bit before telling him that Brielle had the control over his anger and actions, to which he had no response—in front of your little brother and bodyguards, might I add.”

She shook her head, gazing into my eyes. “You’re so bad,” she muttered.

I bit my lip. “You know you love it, Princess.”

She smiled but stayed silent momentarily before a look passed in her eyes, like she wanted to say something in response—maybe,I love you—or maybe I was just imagining it because I’d been dying to say it to her.

Nevertheless, she pulled me closer and whispered, “Maybe I do... but I would never tell you that. It would ruin the fun.” She giggled, and I squeezed her ass once again before pulling her closer by the waist.

“Ruin the fun, hmm?” I whispered, and she giggled again as I kissed her pink, plump lips.Felt like fucking heaven and tasted like candy...

I could tell she was holding back her little moans as we didn’t want to be too loud, and I smirked internally as I deepened the kiss. If it weren’t for our families in the next room... I’d want to kiss another part of her. But we couldn’t… at least not right now. And speaking of our families—

“I do hope I’m not imposing, but dinner is starting soon,” Brielle’s voice rang out, and we pulled away to see her holding a dish with salad, standing just a few feet away. Delilah’s face wasmore red than a tomato, and I smiled as Brielle approached us slowly.

“And do your best to be just… a bit more secretive,” she suggested, and I nodded.

“We’ll do our best,” I answered, and she smiled, turning away as she headed for the dining room.

“I’m dying a little inside right now,” Delilah whispered, and I chuckled as I felt the complete opposite.

Giving her one last peck, I sent her in first so we wouldn’t look suspicious, and after a few minutes, I entered the grand dining room as well.

The only seat available was the one across from Luca and in between Sterling and Zachary. Delilah sat by her parents, but I didn’t pay attention to where the rest of them were seated. There was tension in the air, and I noticed the angry gaze Brielle was directing to her brother, who seemed used to it.

“The proposal seems… rational, but I don’t see it as something I would want to be in long-term,” Killian remarked.

My father pouted. “Was it something I said?” he asked idiotically.

Killian scoffed. “Something you said? Really? Lockwood, the last time I let you into my building, one of my departments was on the verge of collapsing, and we lost almost $100 million in damages.”

My father sucked in a breath and nodded. “Then you have good reason to be cautious. I’d be wary, too, if I were in your position.”

“Vivienne... honestly, darling, how do you do it? The man is insufferable,” Killian asked Vivienne, who simply took a sip of her wine as she shook her head. I had to hold in my laugh as my father grew slightly more agitated by the moment.

“Killian... when can we learn to put our differences aside?” my father asked.

Killian scoffed. “When you decide to stop screwing me, that’s when.”

“That’s what she said,” Sterling said, listening in, and the table was silent momentarily.

Blaine nodded. “Amazing delivery, Blaine #2. Keep them guessing, and don’t make it look too hard.”

“That’s what she said,” Sterling said again, and Blaine smiled, pointing to him like an idiot.

There were looks of shared confusion at the table. However, the comedic relief between those two fools seemed to lower the tension in the room.

We began to dine when Andrew decided to speak.

“You’ve been quiet all night, Eugene. The tension between you and Brielle is quite thick and rather palpable, I’d say,” he remarked.

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