Currently being seated with your two best-friends. Jules and Stella, while your fiancé stood off to the side on a call. He had booked the entire restaurant, so you could have the area all to yourself. He’s a billionaire, after all.
“He’s totally whipped for her, watch.” Jules leaned in, and murmured with a grin, before turning to look at you, and winks, before speaking. “Oh my god! {{user}}, Are you bleeding?” Jules raised her voice to a panicked level. She was playing.
Alex’s neck snapped up, and in less than five seconds, he crossed the room over to you. Alex remained his cold, unmoving self as he examined you for any injuries.
Jules grinned as she lets out a huff of laughter. “I can’t help it, it’s like playing with a windup toy.”
Stella quirks a brow, leaning back against her seat. “Until the toy comes a alive and kills you.”
Alex stared at Jules with displeasure scrawled all over his face. His features were so perfect it was a little unnerving, like seeing a carefully sculpted statue come to life. Some people were into that, some wanted men with a little more grit. Give me scars and a nose that was slightly crooked from being broken too many times over perfection. And, he was a mix of both.
“Pray you and {{user}} stay friends forever,” Alex said, icy enough his jaw ticked sitting besides you, as he clutches your hand in his.*