Chapter 61: Dinner,Distraction & Double Down
Selene
The restaurant is sleek, expensive, and quietly pulsing with power. Every detail is curated—from the rose-gold cutlery to the soft jazz drifting through the air. We’re shown to a private room with a view of the Thames glittering in the distance.
I’m in a black silk dress John picked out. One that hugs every curve and leaves just enough skin bare to make Adrian’s jaw clench every time he looks at me. They sit on either side of me like perfect bookends—dark suits, darker gazes, and an energy that screams she’s ours.
Then Kostas arrives.
He’s not alone.
The woman on his arm is all legs, hair, and passive-aggressive cheekbones. Her name is apparently “Sienna,” but Kostas barely introduces her before his eyes find mine. Again.
“Selene,” he purrs like he’s ordering dessert. “You look… breathtaking.”
I smile, polite but firm. “You clean up well yourself.”
Adrian’s hand slides possessively to my thigh under the table. John leans forward slightly, his posture casual—but his eyes cold. Adrian introduces John, and they shake hands … albeit with reluctance on John’s part.
Sienna chirps something about the wine list. Kostas doesn’t hear her.
His gaze is locked on me like we’re alone, his gaze lingers on my cleavage and despite all good intentions my traitorous body responds. Nipples hardening like pebbles and heat hitting my core.
The waiter brings cocktails and a mocktail for me. Conversation turns to the deal. For a few minutes, it’s all business—firm, smooth, promising. Sierra or whatever her name is looking lost as we discuss mergers and Kostas enquires into John’s company.
Until dessert.
We’re served something impossibly delicate—lavender crème brûlée—and the moment the waiter steps away, Kostas leans back in his chair, eyes flicking between Adrian and John.
“So,” he says smoothly, “I hear congratulations are in order.”
Adrian lifts a brow. “For?”
“The baby,” Kostas says, grinning. “And this interesting relationship ? Or perhaps it’s just one lucky woman with two very generous men?” I bristle at his innuendo that I am with them because of their wealth.
I stare directly at Kostas, “ Our relationship has nothing to do with money, I wasn’t exactly destitute prior to meeting my men, I was earning a seven figure salary and I’m damn good at what I do!”, I retort slightly snobby toned.
“I meant no disrespect my dear Selene, I’m just very interested in how you can handle these two very obviously alpha males “. He answers still holding my gaze. “But clearly you are the one in control here … “ he trails off.
John smiles without humor. “It’s not generosity. It’s commitment.”
“Devotion and love,” Adrian adds.
“Fascinating,” Kostas replies, then turns back to me. “And you, Selene? You enjoy being loved by two men? Must be quite the experience.”
My fingers tighten around my spoon. “I don’t enjoy being loved by two men,” I say, voice cool. “I enjoy being loved by them.”
Sienna laughs awkwardly. “This is all very… modern.”
I smile at her, “ don’t bash it love, some of us are mature enough to realize that we don’t have to conform to society’s rules and are happier for it”.
Kostas doesn’t even glance at her. “I imagine it comes with complications.”
Adrian’s tone goes razor sharp. “Only when other men can’t keep their eyes—or thoughts—to themselves.”
The silence stretches.
Kostas doesn’t flinch. Instead, he leans toward me slightly. “Again I meant no disrespect. I’m just… intrigued. A woman like you—fierce, intelligent, utterly magnetic—deserves to be worshipped. Fully.”
I stare him down. “And I am. Completely. Every day.”
John tilts his head, voice deceptively light. “You came here with someone, Kostas. Maybe focus on her, instead of ogling OUR woman.”
Sienna is clearly ready to vaporize from awkwardness. But Kostas just smirks . And responds “ John , what kind of man would I be if I didn’t appreciate such beauty and brains? You are both very lucky.”
Adrian’s hand is now gripping my thigh like he’s seconds from flipping the entire table.
I place my hand over his gently and turn to Kostas. “We’re glad to have you as a business partner, Kostas. But let’s not confuse boardroom success with bedroom invitations.”
There’s a flash of something in his eyes—challenge, admiration, frustration.
He raises his glass. “To boundaries and business mergers. And to the stunning woman who enforces them like a queen.”
We clink glasses. .
I don’t miss the flicker of tension between him and Sierra as they leave early. She doesn’t look back. He does.
Back at the house
I close the door behind us and exhale.
Adrian loosens his tie, pacing. “If he so much as looks at you like that again, I’ll rip the contract in half and shove it down his throat.”
John is already unbuttoning his shirt. “That man doesn’t respect boundaries—he wants Selene, I’m in no doubt.”
I walk between them slowly, deliberately, and pull both of their hands into mine.
“You don’t have to prove anything,” I say softly. “I chose you. Every day, I choose you. And no one—not Kostas, not anyone—is going to shake that.”
Adrian growls low in his throat. “Let us remind you.”
John sweeps me up in one fluid motion, carrying me toward the stairs. “Oh, we will.”
Adrian’s voice is hot against my ear as he follows. “Let’s make it impossible for you to remember anyone else’s name.”
By the time we reach the bedroom, I’m already breathless.
And by the time they’re done with me, I’ve forgotten the world and the very handsome , sex appeal filled Adonis .