𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖

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"Bye! Don't come back." Stella slammed the door behind us, and just like that, the women had claimed the hotel suite for themselves. They kicked us out for the entire day, wanting to enjoy each other's company. It was our fourth day in Paris, and I could confidently say Stella and I had already shared some of the best nights of our lives.

"So, where should we go? It's just us four," Alessio asked, winking as he pressed the elevator button. "Rule number one: No getting wasted. That's for you, Alessio. Rule number two: Grayson, if you argue with anyone, I'm throwing you off the Eiffel Tower. Rule number three: Jaxon, don't argue back with Grayson." Damon demanded, acting like the leader he is.

I smirked, walking into the elevator. "Let's make a rule for you, Mister Damon. No killing someone just because they annoy you."

Damon scowled at me, shooting me a dirty look. "I kill whoever the fuck I want. By the way, I made sure to get security surveillance to watch over the hotel suite in case anything happens to the ladies."

"Good boy. Do you want a treat for that?" Jaxon rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words. Alessio and I exchanged knowing glances, crossing our arms in sync. We both knew Damon and Jaxon would argue next.

"Shut up, Jaxon. Don't make me remind you that I won your sister in only a few days, while it took you weeks to get Liliana back," Damon teased, fixing his button-up shirt in the mirror. "Sexy motherfucker, why don't we just have se–"

"Grayson, turn around, the elevator's opening," Damon ordered, cutting him off. I sighed as we all walked out of the elevator.

"Why don't you give poor Gray Gray a chance? He's passionately in love with you," Alessio fake-pouted.

"Children, literal children," Jaxon muttered, shaking his head in mock disappointment. A couple of women walked past us, giggling loudly. We hadn't noticed them until their laughter reached our ears. They winked at us, but Damon scratched his neck, purposely showing his wedding ring. The women's faces fell instantly.

"The only reason I respect you," Jaxon said as we walked out of the entrance foyer, "is that damn ring."

"So, what should we do now?" Alessio asked, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Let's plan how Grayson will propose to Stella," he suggested, causing me to jerk and look at him. I wanted to marry Stella, but I hadn't figured out the right time to propose.

Damon and Jaxon nodded in agreement.

"Hold up, what if I'm gay, and emotionally in love with Damon?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Enough of the jokes. Do you want a family with Stella? Do you want to marry her? It's Paris, don't waste your chance," Damon gritted out. His serious tone caught me off guard. I wanted to propose, but I had been so busy lately that I hadn't figured out the right time. What if she wanted to take things slow? Shit, I was clueless when it came to Stella.