Page 6 of The Billionaire's Engagement

“So, did you guys just get here?” Cameron asked.

“A couple hours ago. We got settled in our suite for a bit before coming down here,” I explained.

Cameron cocked a brow. “I’m sure you were justsettlingin,” he said slyly.

My cheeks heated, probably turning crimson.

Jolene slapped Cameron’s arm. “Baby, stop.”

“What?” Cameron shrugged. “I’m just teasing.”

I chuckled and Mila laughed.

“It’s okay, Jolene. Cameron isn’t wrong.” Mila looked at me and winked, surprising me with her comment.

I hooked my arm around her waist, tugging her close to me. Her warm body fit perfectly as she nestled against my side. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her sweet, floral scent wafting in my nose. She smelled divine and I wanted to bury my nose in her hair.

“How did you two meet?” Jolene asked.

“At a coffee shop,” Mila and I said in unison, chuckling.

“Mila’s so short that when I turned around, I literally ran into her,” I said.

“My coffee spilled all over my blouse,” Mila said, pursing her lips in amusement, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, darling, but because of that, I asked for your number so I could pay for your dry cleaning.”

She tilted her head back, looking up at me. I gave her a warm smile before leaning down and kissing her forehead.

“That’s so sweet,” Jolene said, her voice filled with admiration.

“When did you get engaged?” Cameron asked, looking at Mila.

“Last month in Napa Valley,” Mila responded.

“You did good, Hudson. Her ring is gorgeous,” Jolene said, her eyes fixated on the ring, a wide smile across her lips.

“Thank you. Did I do good, angel?” I asked, looking a Mila.

She gave me a wide smile, blushing, her dimples appearing on her cheeks. “Yes, you did, baby. More than good.”

We continued to talk to our friends before going to the bar and getting a drink, then Mila and I mingled some more.

“Hudson, it’s good to see you. Thank you for coming,” a familiar, female voice came from behind us, making my body tense.

Both Mila and I spun around to see myex-fiancée and hercurrentfiancé standing in front of me and myfakefiancée.The irony.I haven’t seen Courtney in years, but seeing her now just reminded me of why I broke up with her.

“Hello, Courtney, Kevin,” I greeted, shaking Kevin’s hand and giving my ex an awkward hug, the uncomfortableness between us clear.

“This is my fiancée, Mila. Mila, this is Courtney and Kevin, the bride and groom,” I said, gesturing with my introduction.

Kevin grinned down at Mila as he greeted her, making my jaw clenched. A possessiveness washed over me as I pulled Mila to my side. Courtney gave a tight-lipped smile, eyeing Mila carefully.

“Pleasure to meet you both. Thank you for inviting us.” Mila’s voice was bubbly, and I think that pissed Courtney off even more.

I smirked.

“We just came by to welcome you. Please excuse us. We need to greet more of our guests. Hope you both enjoy the festivities this week,” Kevin said hurriedly before pulling Courtney away to meet their other guests.

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