I'm All Yours | B.E

Bonus Chapter Two

"I'll get it," Denzel stood up from the couch to go open the door. "Could you please get the envelope of money? It's in one of my desk drawers in my office."

Billie nodded her head and got up before walking over to the staircase.

When he opened the front door, he got met with a man holding three boxes of cake that were stacked on each other, "Good evening, monsieur!"

"Good evening," he walked to the side to let him in.

"Don't close the door yet, I have two more boxes in the car!" he announced in a thick french accent.

His eyes followed him as he set everything down on their kitchen island and walked back outside.

Two more identical looking boxes appeared in his hands when he shut his trunk closed and made his way back.

Denzel followed him to their kitchen and stood on the opposite side of the island.

"I brought five different flavors to try just like you asked and I didn't make them that big," he began unpacking the first one.

Hearing footsteps approaching them, Denzel looked over to see Billie with an envelope in her left hand coming over.

"Bil, this is Louis-" he looked over at him to get his last name pronounced right.

Stopping what he was doing, he walked over to Billie to shake her hand, "Good evening, madam. I'm Louis Moreau."

"I'm Billie," she smiled.

She reached over to hand her husband the envelope and walked closer to observe the contents that were placed on the island.

"The first cake I brought is chocolate," he revealed a beautifully decorated cake. "On the outside all of them are covered with white fondue, but for this one I added silver and white pearls and around I drew ribbons with flowers."

"I'll get the utensils," Denzel spoke.

Billie leaned closer to take a good look at it, "That's beautiful."

"Thank you, madam. Have you set the date for the wedding yet?"

"Not exactly, because we're still looking for a venue, but we want it to be in two months. We don't want anything over the top."

"Me and my boyfriend got married at this small, adorable venue here in New York. I could give you the address and the owner's number. Me and her are good friends so I could pull some strings."

"That would be good, no?" she looked over at Denzel.

"Yeah," he set everything down. "For sure."

Louis got handed the knife and a plate before he cut them a piece and set it down.

Whilst the two of them dug in, he began opening the next one.

"That's so good, my God," Billie covered her mouth as she chewed.

"How many stories do you want for the cake?""

"Umm," she looked over at Denzel. "Three?"

"Yeah, but we don't want them too big. We will have about thirty guests."

"I can either do a cake that's all just one flavor or I can make each story a different flavor. Moving on we have a vanilla cake."

Later on they got introduced with red velvet, strawberry and lemon cakes.

When Denzel and Louis decided on telling him about what flavors they'd want by next week, he paid him and walked him to the exit.

"I was thinking," he shut the door closed. "That we could definitely do the chocolate and vanilla. Not sure about the third flavor."

Looking back at Billie who was squinting her eyes at him, he raised his brow with a chuckle, "What?"

"I found something interesting in your drawer," she tilted her head.

"What is it?" he stood in front of her.

She revealed a photo of him and Juliana on their wedding day, "A photo of you and I'm assuming your ex wife in your office while me and you are about to get married."

Cluelessly he stared back at her as she tried to suppress a laugh.

"Was it Juliana?"

"How do you know?"

"Do you remember when we met at your first meeting with Andrew? When he asked about your previous lawyer."

"Yeah?" his expression grew more confused by the second.

"Did Juliana cheat on you with Kendrick?"

"Alright," he looked around. "How do you know all this?"

A giggle escaped her mouth, "Guess who Kendrick cheated on?"

For a moment he furrowed his brows before the realization hit him, "No way."

"Yes way. Now," she pointed at him. "If I ever find another photo of you and her, I'll lock you in the basement."

"We don't even have a basement," he laughed.

"We will soon if you don't stop playing. Now can I throw it out?"

"Go for it," with a grin he shook his head, leaning closer to take a good look at the lemon cake.

He heard her throw the photo in the trash can under their sink and walk closer. Suddenly she put her hand on the back of his head and pushed his face in the cake.

Picking himself back up, his mouth hung open whilst he wiped his eyes, "That's so petty."

"I'm sorry," a downturned smile formed on her lips. "I just had the itching urge to do it."

His hand wiped some of the cake off from his face, then threw a piece at her.

"Denzel!" she gasped. "Don't come near me."

She began running around the island with him following after her before he grabbed her waist and turned her around to pull her for a kiss.

Laughing, she pulled away with cake on her face.

Using her finger, she picked some up from her cheek and ate it, "I think lemon should be the third flavor."

"Oh definitely," a smirk appeared on his lips.

Her head tilted to the right, "Me? You? Shower?"

Not saying anything, he picked her up and walked towards the stairs, earning a laugh from her.