Page 46 of Devour
“Speaking of which salutes on your marriage.”
Both he and Axel raise their glasses before drinking it.
“And how’s my little nephew?”
“Better,” I replied curtly.
“You don’t sound like a man who just got his kid back and married the woman he’s been obsessed with for years. In fact, you sound like something crawled up your ass and died.”
I shoot him a warning glare, but he just chuckles. “How the fuck do you woo a woman?” I mutter, more to myself than to either of them.
“Beats me,” Dominic says, surprisingly serious for once.
“Flowers,” Axel growls from the corner.
Dominic and I both turn to look at Axel, waiting for him to say more. He doesn’t.
“What kind of flowers?” I press.
Axel shrugs, his face unreadable.
“Doesn’t matter. Women don’t care about the type. They care that you remembered.”
Dominic snorts.
“The fuck do you know about romance?”
Axel doesn’t even blink.
“Enough to know you haven’t fucked the one you’re keeping.”
“Fuck you,” Dominic growls, raising is middle finger at him.
“You’re not my type,” Axel replies flatly.
I nearly choke on my drink, coughing into my sleeve.
“He’s got a point,” I mutter. “I’ve never seen you with anyone.”
Axel shrugs.
“Just haven’t found the right one.”
The conversation drifts on late into the night. Laughter, drinks, and half-meant insults fill the air until I’m more than just a little tipsy. My head buzzes, and the room feels slightly off-kilter.
I reach into the inside pocket of my suit and pull out my phone, dialing my driver’s number. He’s with the sameagency that supplies my bodyguards, discreet, professional, and reliable. Within minutes, he responds.
Ten minutes later, the black SUV pulls up to the curb. One of the security men steps out first, scanning the area before opening the door for me.
I can protect myself, sure but not tonight. Not when I feel this off balance. I slide into the back seat without a word, letting the leather swallow me whole as the driver pulls away from the curb and heads toward home.
During the ride, Axel’s words echo in my mind.Flowers.I pull out my phone and type, “Where can I buy flowers?” A list of flower shops pops up beneath the search bar. Since I don’t know which is best, I click the one with the five-star reviews—the best for my kitten.
The link opens to a sleek website, showcasing all kinds of arrangements. I stroll through at the options, unsure what to pick. So, I add all the flowers on sale to the cart and schedule them to be delivered first thing tomorrow morning, before she wakes up.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Ariel
