Page 77 of Knotting Hill
“Noted,” he murmurs, halting our slow progress to kiss me again in the middle of the pavement for all of Knotting Hill to see.
Forty-Six
Storm
The pack’s surprise,which turned into a non-surprise, which disappointed JP, is something they have been planning for the past few weeks. Or at least some of it.
As we walk up a couple of steps to the fancy restaurant, I’m filled with anticipation. My high black heels are sexy and strappy, my dress is black and floaty to my knees but tight and low over my cleavage. My hair is loose around my shoulders, and I feel amazing. The compliments from the guys have made my year. An omega could get used to this.
“Gorgeous,” JP whispers to me again.
“You already said that,” I point out, but seriously, keep them coming.
“I will say it every day a thousand times. You are gorgeous.”
A smile stretched across my face as we stepped into the restaurant, my confidence growing with each head that turned. I could almost feel the whispers rippling throughout the room and saw the cameras raised to capture our entrance. JP holds one of my hands while Russell holds the other, and I wish I hada third to link fingers with Josh. I see the questioning glances and hear the hushed remarks, but I stand tall, knowing I’m with three of the most incredible men ever. The St. Lucs don't even seem to know anyone else is in their presence, their focused attention solely on me. My heart fills with love and joy at their attentiveness.
We are led to a private room at the back.
“Away from prying eyes,” JP murmurs suggestively.
My heart skips a beat at his husky tone, wondering if he is going to try something sexual out in public. I mean, I wouldn’t say no, probably, depending on the circumstances.
My breath catches in my throat as I step into the room and see the small table that has been set for four. It’s illuminated by a single candle, which sends a warm, romantic light across the dimly lit room. Josh pulls out a chair for me to sit on.
I take in the scent of roses mixed with a hint of champagne and smile as small appetisers are served on delicate plates. The champagne flows from the bottle like liquid gold. Its cold bubbles mix with the flavour of the food on my tongue, making it even more delicious. The service is nothing short of extraordinary, even more attentive than the intimate care of the pack.
The warmth of love hangs in the air, a palpable energy that can be felt by all. Russell and JP sit on either side of me, and Josh opposite. With his blue eyes twinkling, Russell reaches for a single white rose from the centre of the table, a symbol of their affection. With shaking fingers, I bring it closer to my face, inhaling its sweet scent.
“This is perfect,” I murmur.
“Would this have won you over?” Russell asks with a soft smile.
I pretend to ponder his question, narrowing my eyes as I think it over. “Hmm. No.”
JP chuckles at my response before offering me a small box with a mischievous glint in his eye. “How about now?”
I shake my head, feeling overwhelmed by their gesture. “No, you didn't have to do that.”
His mouth curves into a grin. “We did, so suck it up, buttercup and open the box."
I release an exasperated sigh before slowly taking the box and opening it to find a beautiful necklace with a heart-shaped diamond charm hanging from it.
“Wow,” I murmur, lifting it so that the facets twinkle in the candlelight. “This was not…necessary.”
“Don’t you like it?” Josh asks.
“I love it,” I exclaim. “But it’s too much.”
JP takes my hand and kisses my palm. “Anything for you, princess.”
“You are wicked.”
“But we are turning your head, and that was our devilish plan.”
“Arseholes,” I murmur with deep affection, tears springing to my eyes.
Laughing at each other, JP rises. I scoop my hair over my shoulder so he can clasp it around my neck. I pick up the diamond and admire it.
