“Yes. A brand new one. Oran, I think this one has money,” Jagger low squeals and covers his mouth.
“Sounds promising, I’ll check on you in an hour.”
Jagger takes pictures of the food that comes out and sends them to Oran. I withhold laughter when he tries not to frown when the server hands him the salad. He eats half of it but I know it won’t be enough. I can see the dialogue in his head and I wonder if we’re really this entertaining for men. I take a bite of steak and it melts in my mouth. I moan at the taste and Jagger has a shadow of a frown on his face. I see the epiphany when he remembers he’s supposed to be the woman. There’s one major stereotype about us. His fork stabs the piece of steak I just cut before I can get it.
“I’m sorry. I just had to try it. It looks so delicious,” he says humbly like he didn’t just swipe my food.
After a few more attacks, I trade him the steak for the rest of the salad. We share the sides and one is more divine than the other. The shrimp crab and lobster mac and cheese makes me want to marry it and I almost forget his gift.
After some of the empty plates are cleared. I pull the ring box out of my purse and put it on the table.
“I got you a trinket.” Jagger looks genuinely surprised as he opens the box.
He’d put a lot of thought into my wedding ring although it’s an arranged marriage but as I find myself falling for him, I thought it’d be nice to return the sentiment.
“There’s a layer of obsidian which is a strongly protective stone that is supposed to shield you against negativity. It also brings clarity to your mind and clears confusion. The band is titanium which is one of the stronger elements known to man, but it’s not so rigid that it'll break from pressure. Titanium may suffer scratches, but it can be polished easily. It reminds me of you because you are one of the strongest people I know. You endure what would break most but always remain Jagger Liam Hanlon.”
I stop talking before I become emotional and kill the vibe of the whole night. Jagger looks at me, his whiskey eyes simmer somewhere between touched and aroused. Just then the server places the biggest piece of multi-layered chocolate mousse cake I’ve ever seen between us, giving me an opening to lighten the mood.
“We should get this to go so I can eat it off your body,” I suggest to Jagger.
I’m impressed when the server doesn’t miss a beat. “I’ll pack it up with the rest,” he explains before disappearing with the cake and leftovers.
Jagger slides the ring on his right ring finger-which is surprisingly bare since he has a thing for rings-and wiggles his fingers.
“Oh, a right-hand ring to show the world I’m an independent bitch.”
I smile this time because he’s back on his bullshit.
Jagger
She’s getting fucked hard then gentlythen hard again. Hell, she might pass out. It’s one thing for her to go through such measures but then she gets sentimental. I’d considered fucking her on the table but the food is fucking delicious and we’d want to come back. It’s one thing for her to give me a new wedding ring with a speech, but it’s another to say my whole fucking damn name like she wants to moan it for the rest of her life. She will. I’ll make sure of that. First, I have to finish being the perfect pampered date.
Karessa signs the tab like her pussy owns me.Ha! She’s got that Wet, Tight, Good Pussy Energy.She walks out ahead of me because she knows I’m coming - soon we'll be cuming - and I take the time to send the picture of my new stuff to Oran.
He knows Karessa was planning something for us but now I have to dish like a woman.
Jagger: OMGee! I just had the perfect date.
Oran: We’re still on this?
Jagger: The food was amazeballs, she put a ring on it, and have you seen her ass?
Oran: Yes, several times.
Jagger: One date and I think she’s the one.
I don’t need to see him to know the expression on his face. Half-smirk. Part of him is amused and the other wants me to shut the hell up. The valet looks at me strangely when Karessa opens the door for me.
“She just promised to eat cake off my body!” I gush with a hand to my chest as I climb into my seat.
“It’s true. Slowly,” I hear her confirm as she tips him.
I check my phone for Oran’s response.
Oran: Wow. That’s fast.
He’s finally playing along.
