Page 115 of Bratva's Vow
“You don’t need to know that.”
“Come on, tell me.” He reached for his phone. “Okay, don’t. I’ll just look it up.”
I plucked the phone from his hands and pocketed it. “No using the phone while we’re on a date.”
Wren beckoned me, and I leaned forward. “Want to hear something funny?”
“Sure.”
“I know this is just an office, but this is the best date I’ve ever been on. I like that it’s just us. I don’t suppose I’ll have much time for dating soon, given the semester has started.”
“You’ll have a lot on your hands. Let me know if I can do anything to help.”
Wren got up from his seat and came over to me. I pushed back my chair and gave him room to sit on my lap. He looped an arm around my shoulders. “You’re already being a big help. We have a housekeeper. I don’t think we need one, but okay.”
“If you don’t like her, I can get someone else although Archie is always spot on in hiring my people.”
“No, she’s great. She made me this tea that definitely calmed my nerves today.”
“Good.”
I nuzzled his neck, sucking on his flesh. “I believe you made me a promise.”
Wren chuckled, grinding his ass against my cock. “Thought you didn’t want it.”
“You don’t have to, but if you offer, I’m not going to turn it down.” I took the velvet box out of my pocket and placed it in his hand. “Maybe this will help to persuade you.”
“Maxiiiiim,” Wren groaned. “It’s too much.”
“You haven’t even opened it yet.”
“I already know it’s going to be too much. You already got me a bracelet I’m afraid to wear because of how expensive it is.”
“Can you at least open the box first?”
The way he exhaled, you would have thought he was removing the pin from a grenade. He eyed me and the box suspiciously, slowly peeling back the lid. The eighteen karat white gold full band ring set with diamonds gleamed under the afternoon light. His breath hitched as his face turned pale, and his hands shook. His gaze flew to my face, and panic flashed across his features. He opened and closed his mouth, no sound escaping as he glanced down at the ring, back to me, and then to the ring again.
“Relax, Wren, it’s not an engagement ring.” Or was it? My chuckle broke the tension as I took the ring from the box and took his hand. “It’s a promise ring.”
He blinked. “A… what?”
“It means I’m not going anywhere.” I slipped the ring on his finger. “It means that I choose you. That we make this—us—a vow that we’ll never break. To always be together. No matter what.”
Wren’s throat worked as he swallowed. “Oh…”
“Too much?”
“No. No, it’s just… Are you sure it’s not an engagement ring? It looks like one.”
“Would I get engaged to you without you knowing?”
He raised an eyebrow that had me laughing. He knew me all too well. Especially when that was exactly what I was doing.
“Everyone’s going to think we’re engaged when they see it.”
I raised his hand and kissed the ring. It was a perfect fit. “Promise me you’ll never take it off.”
He let out a shuddering breath. “Okay. I promise I won’t take it off.”
