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“Ok, maybe itiswhat it means.” I whisper as he tugs his cock free and his eyes pierce into me.

TWENTY-ONE

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Tonight’s party is more important than they understand, so they don’t realize why I’m so agitated about making sure it’s perfect. The living room is busy with people rushing back and forth setting up decorations throughout the house.

“Can you double check that the caterer is fully prepped and will be on time?” I ask again, demanding Romeo’s attention.

“Dad, I have already. What is going on with you today?” Romeo complains. He’s over this. I’ve never been this pedantic about a party before and it’s annoying him.

“Nothing.” I sigh and shake my head. I should take a breather.

“What is this party about, anyway? Are you trying to strengthen relationships with the alliances?” Romeo asks.

“Yes. And no.”

He looks at me as though I’ve lost my mind. “Well, thanks - that really clears things up.” He say sarcastically, walking out of the living room.

I’m flooded with anxious excitement. I’m over the moon that she said yes, but I’m also prepared to face backlash from my sons when I tell them about my engagement to Zina.

Her and I discussed it last night and while she didn’t fully agree with me - I told her the best way to announce it was to surprise everyone at the same time. In public they won’t be able to react overly emotionally and by the time we talk to them about it they will have calmed down.

That’s my theory, anyway.

For a moment I press my hands against my eyes. What else do I need to do? Check that the security team has hired more men for tonight. Make sure the extra crate of wine of brought up from the cellar - my mind starts listing things and I sigh. At least it will keep my busy.

By late afternoon the house looks amazing. The space is filled with flowers, balloons, special lighting, tempting foods, champagne - the works.

Music is pulsing through the estate when the first guests begin to arrive, and the space slowly fills with people chatting and laughing.

I message Zina.

Me: Where are you?

Zina: I’m ready, but I’m nervous.

Me: Come down, I’ll be at your side the whole night.

With a smile on my face I make my way towards the stairs to find her. But I get caught up in conversations along the way and by the time I get there she’s already coming down.

My heart leaps to my throat when I see her.

The dress she’s wearing is emerald green and gold. Geometric designs shape around her body in sequined patterns, accentuating her waist and her hips. The thin straps show off her long neck and sculpted shoulders and the dress dips low in the front. She is unspeakably beautiful.

Her dark hair is pinned high with a few loose curls falling around her face. Her lips are dark red.

Her gaze find mine as she smiles, a demure glimmer in touches her eyes.

My heart is beating too fast and too slow at the same times. I press my hand over my chest, my mouth dropped open in awe of her beauty.

She is going to be my wife.

“Do I look ok?” She whispers as I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. “Is it too much?” She nervously touches the dress, brushing her hand over the sequins.

“It’s absolutely perfect. You are perfect, Zina.” I whisper with my lips against her ear.

She’s grinning at me and can’t help think to myself that my life is suddenly perfect. All I had to do was let go and allow myself to love her.

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