Chapter 124 Part 3
Chapter 124 Part 3
Lynn
We place our appetizer order. My husbands let me do it because I'm pregnant and they know full well if I don't want something near me. It's an Italian restaurant, so I converse with the waiter a bit. He's kinda funny. He asks me for my autograph, which I give him. As soon as he leaves, Damon gives me a look. “Bossy Man chill, he's a fan.”
“Who wouldn't be a fan after last night, Kitten?” he teases.
Ardin chuckles. “True, I'm having issues dealing with the performance requests. I can only imagine what Hailey's dealing with.” We chat as if Serge isn’t sitting adjacent to me, watching.
“Trust me, the RSVP Nazi is in her element,” Damon replies.
“Yeah, only because she doesn't have to deal with you anymore,” I quip.
“Because I'm your problem now,” he retorts.
“Easily fixed, too, with just a bit of training,” I say with a wink before I grab his chain and pull him in for a little kiss. “Now behave until we at least get to the car.” I notice Serge’s expression changes. Damon must not have told him that I collared him. He might have known Damon longer, but he doesn't know him as I do. “You look confused, Mr. Petrov.”
“You may call me Serge. And yes, I'm a bit confused,” he responds.
I slide my hand from Ardin's and expertly remove my knife from my pussy. I let it rest under my napkin. I don't think he will try anything, but I can't be sure. I think that I have a good read on him now, but I could be dangerously wrong. “Then speak, please. But first let me say this, because I know you assumed I was a helot by your reluctance to shake my hand and acknowledge my presence, or perhaps there's an underlying reason. Either way…”
Damon interrupts, “Kitten, tread lightly.”
Hmm, I must be onto something, but I will play this my way. “Bossy man, you made this bed and I intend to break it just like we did the one in Vegas.” He chuckles. So I continue, “It wouldn't surprise me if that was the night we made our little miracle.” Serge is staring intently now. This is the perfect time to throw a wrench into his plan. Hell, a whole toolbox because none of us thought I was pregnant. “Oh, it'll be public by morning. America's Sweetheart is baking her very own cupcake.”
Damon grins. “And it was the best news yet.”
“So that's why you rushed to marry her?” Serge asks, though it comes out more as an assumption.
“Nope. My kitten is the only pussy I want. It’s been that way since we first spoke. Yes, I wanted to fuck her, but we kept running into each other. The moment we finally talked, I knew she was it. I told you that my life was in Chicago, and I meant it. My life is hers. Wherever she goes, I go,” Damon says resolutely.
“You look shocked, Serge. Is it because Damon pursued me, never left my side since we went on a date, married me, or that I was never his Sub or slave? Because all of it is true.”
Serge lets out a breath. “I find it hard that he'd give that up so quickly.”
Damon shrugs. “It was easy. She's amazing. She doesn't back down, she's cunning, smart, funny, infuriating at times, but I'd want to be married to no one else. Plus, she's a true switch, why I'll never get bored.”
I just giggle. “Aw, keep talking like that and I might not bring back the chastity belt.”
Damon growls, “Nearly five fucking hours!” His hand twitches as he growls again.
I can’t resist provoking him. “Oh, I'll shoot for 24 next or maybe a week.”
“Not fucking happening!” Damon yells.
I shake my head. It is a good thing that this restaurant is noisy, or else people would be staring. “We'll see as it's on the list.” I giggle as a wave of nausea hits. “Ardin, escort me, please.”
As I got up, I put my knife in my clutch. Then we raced to the restroom. Luckily, I made it in time. As I prayed to the porcelain god, Ardin wet a paper towel and put it on the back of my neck as he held my hair out of the way. He wet another towel so I could wipe my mouth.