"After this big and important event tonight, there's something that I need to tell you," he says, making me raise my eyebrows in question.
"Is it something good?" I tease. "It better be."
Luke doesn't answer, but a meaningful smile touches his lips.He pulls me into a tight hug, as if he doesn't want to let me go.
When he finally pulls away, he smirks. "Let's go before we're late." He takes my hand in his, and after I grab my clutch, we walk out of our room.
When we arrive at the foyer, Aiden is there. He rushes to me and hugs me. I smile, ruffling his hair as he looks up at me.
"You're going to get home as soon as possible, aren't you?" he asks with a hopeful look.
Before I can answer him, Luke beats me to it. "We will. But by the time we come back here, it will already be late at night. You shouldn't wait for us, Aiden. It will be past your bedtime."
Aiden pouts, but he nods in understanding. I bend down and kiss his cheek. He follows us as we step outside.
The car is already waiting in the driveway, and when Luke and I get into it, I catch sight of Aiden still watching us with longing, as if he can't wait for us to get back home, just like he said.
I roll down the window of the car and wave at him, giving him a warm smile. "I'll see you soon, Aiden."
Even when the car starts moving, Aiden still doesn't take his eyes off us, and that makes me wonder.
What is the thing that Luke will tell me tonight? And why does Aiden look like he can't wait for us to be home again?
I guessthat I'll find out soon.
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CASSIE
When Luke and I reach the place where the award show is taking place, we're greeted by blinding blitz and shouts from the photographers.
Luke takes my hand, helping me step out of our limo, and I cling to him as we walk on the red carpet. He keeps me close to him too—it's just so natural for us to keep close to each other like this, like we're made for each other.
Luke seems pretty good at handling the photographers when they ask us to pose in front of them. He puts his hand around my waist, while I lean closer to him, touching his shoulder, giving the photographers the perfect pose for the pictures.
He pulls me closer to him, making my breast press against his chest.
"You know, I would very much like to tell them to fuck off and lock you inside a room so that we can do God knows what, but that's unlikely to happen now," he jokes, making me giggle.
As always, all the shouts from the photographers are too loud, to the point that it almost makes me deaf.
When we finish the photo session, Luke and I continue walking, encountering some celebrities on the way.
I can feel women's gazes on him, and I'm talking about hot women here, including gorgeous supermodels and actresses.
That makes my heart swell with pride but at the same time annoys me. They're drooling over him—I can't blame them, though, because my husband is hot as fuck.
I just hope they note that he's off-limits.
Luke suddenly stiffens, his jaw tight, and when I follow his gaze, my heart skips a beat. It's Jude.
My ex-boyfriend is being interviewed on the red carpet by a reporter from an entertainment channel. Luke's eyes burn with rage as he wraps his arm around my waist protectively.
As his body tenses, I wrap my arms around his back, whispering, "It's okay. He can’t hurt me anymore."
However, I can understand how Luke feels, because the last time we met Jude, he assaulted me, kissing me without my consent even though he knew that I belonged with Luke.
