Page 40 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
I scrolled through an app that helped you find last-minute reservations at hotspot restaurants. Oh, there was a reservationthere? Perfect. We’d go fancy tonight.
“Do you understand what he did to me? I was convinced the Knights didn’t want me. That I wasn’t a worthwhile player.” Grif’s voice broke as salty sadness flooded the car.
“I know.” Squeezing his knee again, I shot off texts to my dad to warn him, since he did business with the Chestertons. Also, I’d text a few of my friends in case we needed help.
“Stu, the lawyers, and the police have it under control.” Grif shot me a confident smile. “Where are we going?”
Police? No. We might need the feds for this. I sent off another text.
“Let’s stop at our place to change. I hope you had a nice suit ready for the game that never happened.” Because I planned on giving Grif a night he wouldn’t forget.
“Dinner was amazing, thank you.” Grif sipped his wine as he stared out the window at the city below. Even though it was late, the restaurant was full of well-dressed couples, throuples, and packs, having a nice dinner out.
Skyline was on the top floor of the Stonefeld Manhattan Hotel, with lush place settings and cozy lighting. They specialized in multi-course tasting menus with beverage pairings.
Right now, it was a crème brûlée served with a sweet muscat. We’d had a great evening talking about sports, movies, puzzles–even the podcast I’d listened to on the plane.
“Did you want to do that puzzle house tomorrow? Or would you rather see a movie? I just want to spend time with you.” I’d guiltily enjoyed having more of him to myself with Verity away. If she moved in, I’d have him even less.
No. Not if.When. The past few days had been a whirlwind of moving my stuff out of my office and painting and decorating it. They’d also started renovating the bathroom and fixing up the guest room upstairs.
Well, hiring people to do it.
I didn’t know why they wanted to do everything so quickly. It wasn’t as if she’d move in as soon as she returned. After all, she and Grif still needed to talk about a lot of things.
Still, it made them happy. So, why not? It was only money.
“The puzzle house sounds fun.” He beamed at me as he took another sip of wine.
This. This was all I’d ever wanted. Tonight, I’d finally bond Grif. My love. My mate.
Our dishes were cleared and they served the last course, a plate of four beautifully presented truffles.
“The mignardise, paired with a vintage port.” Brandishing fresh glasses, the server filled them with the dark, sweet liquid. “Enjoy.”
Grif took a sugar-coated truffle, biting it in half and closing his eyes, his expression making me hard. “This is delicious. Cranberry.”
I tried a cocoa-dusted one. “Cognac. Try?”
As I fed him the remainder of my chocolate, my insides lit on fire when his lips nipped at my fingers.
“Delectable.” Grif’s gaze smoldered as his eyes met mine.
My cock strained against my pants.Soon.
I checked my phone.
Verity
Grif told me about the pack contract. While you don’t need my permission, I think you should go for it tonight.
She’d added a few suggestive emojis and a rather graphic meme. Well then.
Me
Oh, I will, Princess. Be jealous.
Verity
