Tension weighted the air, but Margie said nothing, just stared at Diana for long, silent moments.
“Fine. Love who you want to love, Diana. I trust that you know what you’re doing, and that it is what’s best for my godbabies.”
Diana leaned in, hugging Margie and kissing her on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
“I love you, you know that. That means I’ll be here for you no matter what.”
Diana smiled, supremely glad to have a woman like Margie on her side.
“Now, let’s order that lunch. I’m gonna use some of David’s billions to stuff my mouth,” Margie said, cackling.
Once lunch was ordered—so much more than either of them could eat in one sitting, Diana finally had a moment to think, remembering the garment bag and mystery box on her bed.
“Margie?”
“Hmm?”
“What do you say to a little fashion show?”
Margie’s whole face lit up. “Come on, bitch! Let’s do it!”
Chapter 23
Ten minutes until 8PM, David leaned against the ornate pillar in the hotel lobby, his attention stuck on his mobile, reading an email from Alexei about some troubleshooting problems on their newest game, set for release within the year. It was facing several technical problems, and Alexei was up to his piercing black eyeballs in complaints, beta player input, and graphics glitches. The man called this game the ‘living hell of role-playing games,’ and David didn’t envy his friend one bit.
David owned the company, Alexei dealt with all the tech research and development, which meant David could deal with the day-to-day without the added pressure of making sure everything in the specialty tech division was running smoothly. He trusted Alexei more than he trusted anyone…
Except Diana. He was coming to trust Diana more than he ever believed he could.
That was one of the many reasons he wanted her with him tonight, on his arm, his companion, his…date. He wanted to show her that he trusted her, that he cared for her, that he was proud to have her beside him. Proud that she was carrying his babies.
Though, that wasn’t something he was ready to share with the world quite yet. He wanted to keep the babies a secret, just a while longer. Just long enough for he and Diana to get to a better place, a place where she smiled more, laughed more, touched him more. When they were together, he would steal little touches, here and there, his hands unable to keep away from the softness and warmth that was his goddess in the flesh. And the more her pregnancy progressed, the more of a goddess she became. Her cheeks were plumper, fuller, and tinged with pink. Her breasts were larger—and hell if he didn’t get a cock stand every time he looked at them. Her body was filling out, her already luscious curves getting all the more mouth-watering. And the glow… He’d heard off-hand remarks about how pregnant women could have a glow about them, an ethereal halo of light that showed they were blessed with motherhood. He hadn’t believed such a thing was possible…until Diana.
She glowed, the light soft yet still bright, as though the sun of a distant galaxy was casting its light over her. She was brilliant, gorgeous, taking his breath away whenever he glanced upon her. She outshone all other women, none could compare to her. Now or ever.
I am blessed to have her to myself.
The ding of the elevator arriving in the lobby made him look up from his phone where he’d all but forgotten he was emailing Alexei, and then he looked up, all but forgetting to breathe.
“Diana…” his voice came out in a husky whisper, one weighted with awe. She was stunning. A vision in wispy black perfection. When he’d decided to take Diana to the charity event, he knew she would need a gown, something to show off her beauty without upsetting the moderate and modest Diana.
He’d gone shopping, hitting all the spots where Rinna had shopped before realizing that the women most definitely didn’t have the same taste. After a call to his assistant, who told him about the Christian Dior boutique in Chelsea, David dashed there, eager to find something perfect for his date.
He found the black sheath dress that hit her just at the knees. The top was asymmetrical, leaving one shoulder bare for his ravenous gaze. The top layer of black fabric was sheer lace with continuous rose patterns, allowing the bottom layer of crimson and gold to show through.
The shoes were an easy matter; he didn’t want her wearing anything too high—he had to make sure she wouldn’t trip and fall and get hurt (he was protecting her), but he knew the shoes had to complement the dress. He chose a pair of gold gladiator sandals, knowing the straps winding around Diana’s legs would make his heart pound, remembering what it was like to have those legs wrapped around him as he made them both shatter with pleasure.
She left the elevator and she smiled when she saw him, her eyes lighting up—a sight he never thought to see again.
He stepped forward, raising his hands to her, whether in supplication to his goddess or in worship, he could not know. When she reached him, he slid his hands over her shoulders, his breath catching. Before he could think better of it, he leaned in, brushing his lips over hers, a soft gasp blowing mint-scented air over his mouth. He inhaled, nearly groaning at the mixture of mint, peaches, and his woman.
My woman.
Straining, he dropped his hands, stepping away, determined to take in the whole picture. Her dress fit her like it was made for her, the sandals the perfect accent to her look. She was carrying a small black clutch in her hand, and he could see her nails were painted in crimson lacquer. Her hair, all that golden silk, was parted on the side with a clip holding the mass of hair in place, the other side was
