Page 69 of The Billionaire's Secret
"What’s this?" I scowl, "An intervention?"
"You bet." Damian hangs over the ropes.
"The fuck you doing here, rockstar?”
"Heard you were having a moment." He grins.
I crack my neck. "So what, you flew in to gloat?"
"Of course." The light glints off Damian's golden blonde hair. "I was between concerts. What better way to use my down time, than to be around to witness another epic fall?" He waggles his eyebrows.
I roll my shoulders, "Sorry to disappoint, ol' chap, but you were misinformed."
"Oh?"
"You mean you didn’t shut down all of Selfridges to pick out the wardrobe for your woman."
I choke.
"Personally," Damian snickers.
"By the way, while you were at it, did you choose a ring?" Weston trains a glance in my direction, his countenance all serious-like.
"Do you guys have nothing better to do than trade gossip?"
"When it comes to you," Sinclair prowls forward, "there’s nothing better."
I scowl at him. "The fuck are you doing here?"
"Edward’s been delayed," Sinclair drawls. "The Father had to tend to an emergency with his flock, but he’s here in spirit."
"Shit, that’s a terrible pun, Sin."
He laughs, "It’s the environment." He glances around the space, "Why you can’t use the gym at one of your fancy hotels, I don’t understand. For a man who loves rare £400,000 smoke sticks, your choice of venue to get the shit beaten out of you, sucks."
"What’s wrong with it?" I glance around the shabby-chic environment.
Jace had bought the building next to the Claridge's, then left the run-down gym as-is.
I like it because, well… Occasionally, it's an interesting experience to slum it. Also, it’s the one place I can count on finding someone who can hold their own against me. Men who have their own devils to defeat.
"It has character, you gotta admit," Arpad grins. "Besides, it’s growing on me."
"Don’t laugh too soon, dipshit. It’s a fluke that you won today."
"The first of many, no doubt."
"Wanna go another round?"
"Only after Saint confesses." Weston claps me on the shoulder, "Come on, man. I have too much invested in this."
"The fuck you talking about?"
"We may have bet a million," he chuckles.
"Or two." Arpad folds his arms over his chest. "You did it then? You took her on as your sub?”
"Nope." I glance around at their faces. "I asked her to marry me."
