Chapter 488
Chapter 488:
He grunted.
I grinned. “You’re jealous. Admit it. But don’t be. Fabrizio’s not my type. Besides, remember Lover’s Span? We’ve still got locks hanging on that bridge, and the keys are gone. No one’s prying them off. My heart’s literally locked with yours p>
Okay, that last line was pure cheese. I nicked it from a film last week. Still, if it worked, it worked.
And it worked.
Ashton curled his finger. “Come here p>
I leaned in, and he cupped my face and kissed me. Properly. Deeply. Until I was out of breath and seeing stars.
He pulled back. “That was a proper kiss. Yours wasn’t p>
I had to fix my lipstick, but it was worth it.
Ashton being moody and childish was strangely adorable. No one else got to see that side of him but me.
I resisted the urge to ruffle his hair. “See you later p>
“I checked. Fabrizio’s company finishes at seven. I’ll pick you up then p>
“No need. We’ll be out in the city all day. I don’t know when I’ll be done, and we’ll probably end up having a work dinner p>
The moment I said it, I knew I’d messed up.
I drove the red convertible a few more blocks before turning into an underground car park off Rue de Vaugirard.
My men were already waiting.
One of them nodded, climbed into the convertible, and drove off.
Another opened the door of a plain black Peugeot.
It looked like any other car in Paris, except for the armored chassis, reinforced undercarriage, and bullet-resistant glass.
Those modifications meant the inside was more cramped than usual, not helped by the fact that half the backseat was taken up by a man built like a powerlifter.
g𝒶𝗅𝑛0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓮 𝑛𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒸𝓱𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈
Kylian Martin popped the cork off a champagne bottle and shouted, “Surprise p>
I stared at him.
The bear of a man rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s empty. Simon would have my head if I spilled booze in the car p>
I got in.
The driver twisted around in his seat. “Welcome back p>
“Good to see you, Olivier.” I nodded at the red-haired man.
He flashed a grin so white it practically lit up the car. “Kylian told me you got married. Thought he was chatting shit till I saw it in the news. Still didn’t believe it. You can’t trust the media. One minute you’re shagging a pop star, next you’ve eloped with a duchess. No offense, boss, but p>
“Eyes on the road, Rusty,” Kylian cut in, sliding closer to me. “Ignore him, boss. He hasn’t shut up since I told him. So, is it true?” Both pairs of eyes were on me.
“It’s true p>
“You’re really married? No way!” Kylian’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
I showed him the ring.
He leaned in, squinting at it so closely I could feel his breath on my hand.
I shoved him off.