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“In two hours.” He answers as my eyes widen.

“I better go and start getting ready.”

“You don’t need that much time.”

“Of course I do,” I answer with a duh look as I race to the room to get the dress and hang it in the bathroom. I start to use my cream on my skin, covering my legs. I piled my hair up and styled it the way Amaka did for the wedding. I apply makeup using her style and hacks. Once that’s done, I quickly paint my fingernails. It looks horrible. As it dries, I apply the oil perfume. I take off my bra and panties, then slip on the thong. Then the dress. Dresses like this make me happy to be a B-cup. I tuck my breasts into the hold and my hands into the sheer sleeves. The inner tuck gives my boobs a lift. The dress enhances my slimwaist, hips, and ass. I add strappy nude sandals with freshly painted red toenails, put on the teardrop earrings and bracelet—my favorite pieces—and my wedding ring. I open the door.

Luke is already dressed in a black suit. Guess Mr. Handsome doesn’t need all the time I do.

I smile at him. He looks debonair. His eyes move in slow motion from my face to my toes, a sensual perusal that makes me want to jump him. My nipples are hardened, and I’m wet.God help me, this man will be my downfall.

I step out, and he paces in front of me without saying a word. Did I disappoint him with my dress?

Oh, no! He doesn’t like it.

“If you don’t like it, I can change. I have a pantsuit,” I blurt out.

“I love how beautiful you look. The thing is, I’m territorial, and I get the feeling other men will look at my wife—that’s what I don’t like. So, can we agree that you stay by my side all evening?”

“Yes, I can manage that without issues.” I smile.

“Good.” He comes closer and pulls me into a hug, then kisses my cheek. “Please tell me you are wearing a bra.” I shake my head; he arches a brow. “Panty?” he questions with a hopeful look.

“Thong,” I say, and he exhales.

“Stay right by my side all evening.” I nod.

He takes my hand, and we head out, our hands interlaced. We get on the elevator. As soon as we step into the lobby, we get a few stares as we head toward our waiting car. Luke takes my hand and pulls me closer to him.

The limo is waiting when we get out. He helps me in and is quiet on the drive.

Chapter 24

LUKE

As soon as Dele race to the room to get ready, I call the hotel concierge to make the reservation. Our day has been beautiful and mind-blowing. I’m buzzed. I take out my phone and listen to my voice messages; it’s all business and messages from Kevin, until Lily’s message. She is crying that I got married without telling her. I broke up with her after I kissed Dele. It’s been over seven months, and I haven’t laid a hand on her. Do we see each other and work together? Yes, but that’s as far as it goes. I know her dad, Nathan McIntyre, has been pushing my dad to convince me to marry her as a good alliance. It irked me, but I ignored it because I knew I wasn’t going to ever marry as Lily long as Dele was around. I deleted all her messages.

Now, Dele is my wife, and I couldn’t be happier. After checking on a few other items, I get my suit on, get ready in the spare bathroom, and wait for Dele.

When Dele steps out looking stunning in the deep V black dress and sheer sleeves, I know right away she isn’t wearing abra with the cut of the dress and her cleavage. Her slim waist and hips are enhanced by the dress fitting her body like a glove. Dele is already about five feet six inches tall, and with heels, she looks taller and ravishing. I no longer want to take her out—I know men will ogle her, and I might lose my shit. I also know she has spent hours looking this gorgeous for a date with me. So I suppress all the thoughts of other men’s lascivious eyes on my wife and decide to show her off.

It’s all good until we step into the lobby. Men openly stare at my wife, but I keep reminding myself that Dele is happy with me, and that’s all that matters.

We are seated in a private corner once we arrive at the restaurant. Dele loves the atmosphere and gentle breeze. We put in our order, as we talk and laugh.

“Can I ask where you got the bracelet?”

“Amaka’s fiancée gave it to me.” I arch a brow.

“It was three gifts in one,” she happily says.

“Do tell.” I smirk.

“Congratulations on completing your RN program, Happy Birthday, and sorry for taking Amaka away.” I laugh. “That’s exactly what Nosah wrote on the card,” she says, smiling.

“Nice. He covered all the grounds.” She nods.

“Yes, he did, and Osei gave me the earrings for my birthday; it was coincidental that the bracelet and earrings match.”

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