Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 145
The next evening, Evelyn laughs as she sees a limousine pull into her driveway.
“Wowww!” Ian says, wrapping his fingers into the fabric of her black beaded dress. “Mom, can we please come?”
“Please please pleeeease,” Alvin begs, turning puppy dog eyes at her.
. Victor saves her, though, stepping out of the limo.
says, putting hi
there, so tall and fit in his tux. Damnit, but he’s a dream. Maybe she should just screw dinner and take him upstairs.
urve before spilling onto the ground. When his gaze comes back up to meet her eyes, she knows he has the same idea.
his apparent agony. “We never get to go anywhereeeee.”
,” Alvin says, throwing his head b
him.
he says, frowning and turning jealous eyes to the limo. “B
ed that the boys aren’t going to let their mom go without a fight, so he’ll have to steal her away. He holds out a hand, which she accepts.
y, and you can eat anything you want.”
Donalds!” Ian says, jumping up
nds together in joy.
e city can offer and you want to take the limo through the drive-through?”
in the air.
ents laugh.
shaking his head at them. Then he turns his face to Evelyn. “I blame
em fois gras, of course, but our years of poverty got in the way.”
e late!”
h so that Victor has to take her by the hips and pull her back in, murmuring to her about the danger of errant tree limbs.
time,” he says, giving her shoulders a little shake wh
oring,” Evelyn says, rolling her eyes at him. “M
ng them both a glass. She smiles at him,
excitement he feels barely able to contain it.
ure.”
Victor’s smile grows as he takes
e (made of actual silver), and waiters bustling around with white gloves and cummerbunds.
is too nice.”
ls me close. “Too nice?” He asks. “What does that even mean?”
him, letting h
kid – I only went once, with Joyce. I had all the lessons, of course, about how to act in places like this – which fork to use, where to keep my napkin at all times – but it was all practice.”
going wide as a new idea suddenly occurs to me.
y at the idea that they might?”
thing happens. Do you think any of these women are escorts?” I ask, peering into the faces of my fellow guests.
an escort.”
like to be.”
ce and half-lidded eyes.
e.”
His eyes travel hungrily t
“Your table, sir,” he says, bowing us towards the center of the room.
the way it fractures the light into a thousand tiny golden rays. Victor tucks my chair in beneath me before heading to his own.
or decoration. But I barely look at it, so happy am I to stare at this gorgeous man across the table from me.
d laying it in his lap. “I called ahead and ordered for us.”
sing my eyebrows, “e
to be quite a night for surprises.”
I move to put my own napkin in my lap. More surprises? What else could there be in store?
n of them, standing at the side of the room staring at our table – ready to wait upon our every need. Why just our table, though?
plant –
wide – a photographer –
cked. “What is this?”
n?” he says, concerned as he reaches out a hand towards
ready to run. “Are you…is this…”
an’t even –
hands on the table.
is a proposal!?”