Page 82 of Dark Reckoning
“I'm on it,” she said, then rose and left to take care of business.
About ten minutes later, my baby entered, wiping his eyes and stretching. “Something smells delicious.”
“My dick,” I said with a mischievous grin.
He laughed. “Last I checked, your dick didn't smell like bacon and eggs, but okay.”
“Hey, you said delicious.”
He smiled. “I stand corrected then. You made us breakfast?” He climbed onto the barstool at the island and I made him a plate.
“Yes.” It'd been a while since I had cooked for myself, probably close to two years, but I really wanted to spoil Adrian. I watched as he dug into the food, waiting for his verdict.
“Oh, wow,” he said and had to swallow.
“Oh, wow in a good way?” I asked, an eyebrow arched.
He nodded. “It's sooo good.” He ate more.
“I'm glad you like it.” I began to eat my own helping. “So, I was thinking, maybe we can get married by the end of the month.”
“That soon?” Adrian asked, eyebrows raised.
I nodded. “Yeah, why wait?”
“Don't we have to make preparations. What if places are booked?” he asked.
“Baby, you're marrying a man with money. Lots of money... and connections. I have venues, so that won't be a problem. Hell, we can get married on the rooftop of this tower, it would give us an amazing view of the city as we make our vows.”
He chewed as he thought about it and I could see the gears turning in his pretty head. “Yeah, I really love that idea. The weather is perfect, too.” He smiled. “I want to pick the menu.”
“Whatever you want, you can have. I'm arranging it so that once we're married, your name will be on all of my properties. You'll own half of everything I have. No need for any prenups. I don't see our love ever dying,” I said.
Adrian's mouth dropped open as his fork clattered to the plate. “Oh, Sage... I... I don't have—”
I leaned over the island, kissing him and stopping him from whatever he was going to say. “You have yourself, Adrian. That's all I could ever want.” He didn't need any kind of tradeoff to match me. I loved that I could provide for him. He gave me everything money and power could never give me.
“I think I want your delicious dick now,” He said, then climbed off the barstool. He began walking backward toward our bedroom, his finger beckoning.
Well, I guess that was it for breakfast.
***
“Married?” Salino said over the phone, his French accent a purr that still made my skin tingle, the bastard.
“Yeah, Adrian and I, last day of this month. You're invited as long as you don't act up,” I said and I could literally hear his eyes roll.
“I'll be there. The least I could do for you both. Thanks to you, I'm the only vampire Emperor, my family has been reunited, my best friend saved, and my tormentor is dead. I am in your debt.”
“Care to—”
“No, Sage. I will not cut back on the percentage you will owe me,” Salino said.
Fuck, he knew I was going to ask. “Fine, you asshole. You still owe a debt, though,” I said. “Not showing your ass at our wedding hardly seems like a fair payback.”
He laughed and I couldn't help but smile. In spite of everything, I found myself liking that son of a bitch.
“I'll be there to see you two finally declare your love with vows,” he said. “Now, if that is all, I have to get back to being emperor.”
