Page 89 of Lords of Ruin: Cherished

She’s stunning, wearing a silk dress like it was made for her—the low plunging back leaves just enough to the imagination and the way the fabric clings to her curves, accentuating her in ways I didn't think were possible.

Her beauty is different now, more profound. The curves that came with motherhood suit her, add a warmth to her presencethat makes her all the more captivating. She’s not just beautiful—she’s radiant.

“Damn, Willow,” Damien mutters, his voice laced with awe. “You look... incredible.”

I watch her smile, the slightest of blushes coloring her cheeks as she tilts her head, looking at all of us in turn.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to go out in public like this,” she jokes, her voice playful, but I can hear the underlying note of disbelief. Like she still can’t quite wrap her mind around the beauty she exudes.

"You don't have to be ready," Vincent says with a grin, his tone teasing yet warm. "You're already perfect."

I step forward then, unable to keep the grin from spreading across my face. I reach out to pull her close, my hand grazing her back, where the dress plunges. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t hesitate. The way she melts into my touch only makes my heart race harder.

“You’re more than perfect, baby,” I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. “You’re ours.”

"So, where exactly are we headed?" Willow asks as I help her with her shawl, completely unaware of what awaits her tonight.

Damien and Vincent exchange a quick glance before Damien smoothly steps in. "We thought we'd take a little drive out to Vincent's place. There's something special we want to show you."

"Vincent's house?" Willow raises an eyebrow, looking between the three of us. “So I got all dressed up to go to one of the houses?”

"I've had some renovations done. Thought you might want to see them." Vincent shrugs a small smile on his lips.

“Well, I need to grab my overnight bag then,” Willow says, starting toward the bedroom.

I catch her hand. "Already packed. It's in the car."

She gives me a curious look. “You knew we were staying over?”

"Just being prepared," I say, fighting to keep my voice casual.

She hums as if she doesn’t believe me, and Damien slides his arm around her waist leading her down the stairs and to the elevator. Once we’re all inside she turns to Vincent with narrowed eyes.

“So what’s really happening tonight, Vinny?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about Princess,” he winks and she turns to Damien, knowing she won’t get anything out of me.

Damien clears his throat. “We’re celebrating. I have some news about the contract I've been negotiating.”

“And?” She beams.

“Sixty-five million for four seasons.” He nods.

"That's amazing!" Willow's face lights up as we make our way out of the elevator and walk towards Vincent's Range Rover parked outside.

"See, just a night of good news, Princess." Vincent says, holding the door open for her.

I slide into the back seat right to her, and she turns to me with narrowed eyes. “See, if we were just celebrating Damien, he would be okay with a beer and a blowjob.”

“Trouble,” Damien groans.

“No no, Damien. Let her talk.” I tease. “Are you offering a blowjob, Cariña?”

Vincent slides into the driver's seat. “Cast, don’t mess up her makeup.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” I wink, and Willow blushes the prettiest shade of pink.

“Mm,” Damien hums, his eyes locked onto hers in the rearview mirror. “Maybe mess it up a little.”

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