Fleckless

Chapter 20

Jake's POV

As Lizzie's eyes sparkle with delight at the sight of the penthouse, I can't help but admire her beauty. Sensing her excitement, I turn to Theo and inquire about the plans for the evening. With a confirming nod, Theo gracefully exits, leaving Lizzie and me alone in the lavish surroundings.

Feeling affection, I wrap my arms around her from behind, drawing her close into my embrace. She leans into me, and for a moment, the world outside fades away as we share a quiet, intimate moment amidst the opulence of the penthouse.

"What do you think beautiful?" I ask my hands wrapped around her belly.

Lizzie's smile precedes her response. "It's breathtakingly beautiful," she murmurs.

We remain in that embrace for some time. Then, I spin her around gently, and she lets out a yelp of surprise. Cradling her in my arms like a bride, I make my way to my room, where I set her down gently on the edge of the bed.

I hold her chin while saying," Now, to finish what you started." I smirk and turn around to undress.

We make love the whole afternoon. The reservation is for 7pm. So, when it gets to 5pm I ask Lizzie to get ready. She excitedly heads to the bathroom. I head to the guest's bath to shower. That is the only way we could get ready in time.

As I finish dressing, she emerges from the bathroom, clad in a towel, her hair still damp from the shower.

. My cock twitches in response. I release a breath and step closer to her. I plant a kiss on her lips before walking out.

I wait for her in the dining room, occupied with sorting out some business when she appears. The green silk I selected complements her skin tone, rendering her radiant. The silver heels she wears complete the ensemble, doing justice to the elegance of the dress.

"Ready?" I ask, offering my elbow for her to take. She nods in agreement, and with her arm linked with mine, we walk out of the house together.

Outside, my driver, Harry, a man in his fifties, stands waiting for us. As soon as he spots us, he promptly opens the door. I acknowledge him with a nod before gesturing for Lizzie to enter the vehicle.

"Hello," Lizzie says, gesturing towards Harry, "You don't have to go to such lengths." Harry simply smiles in response.

"What's your name?" Harry looks briefly in my direction before answering Lizzie's question. Upon learning her name, Lizzie introduces herself, and Harry nods respectfully. She expresses her desire for him to stop opening doors for her, and I can't help but smile at her considerate nature. This woman truly cares about everyone.

After we settle in the car, Harry starts the engine and off we go. I lift Elizabeth into my arms and she laughs.

"You know," Elizabeth voices her thoughts, "you have hands. Harry shouldn't be opening doors for you, especially considering his age. You should show him respect." It's one of the things I admire about her—she never holds back, always speaking her mind. Honestly, I think I might be falling for her if I haven't already.

I tenderly kiss the side of her head, feeling her soft sigh against my cheek as her head finds a comfortable spot on my shoulder. Gently, I brush a few loose strands of hair away from her neck before planting a gentle kiss there, savoring the moment.

"I love you," I murmur softly. I breathe in her scent and all my nerves calm. She's the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.

My phone rings in my pocket, interrupting such a special moment. Lizzie pulls away and I pick it up. Enzo's voice comes through. My face hardens and the lady in my arms senses it.

"I'll call you back," I say before disconnecting the call.

"Who was that?" She asks and I reply with 'work'. I rub my forehead in frustration. My baby doesn't say afterward. She probably doubts my response.

As the car comes to a stop, I contemplate how to resolve the matter with Enzo. Stepping out, I open the door and extend my hand to Elizabeth. She takes it, and we step out into the scene before us. Elizabeth gasps at the breathtaking view.

"Welcome to The Crowned Gastronome, my dearest," I declare, and she appears surprised. Her eyes convey disbelief, while mine assure her, 'This is for real, baby.'

A waiter graciously welcomes us as we enter, offering to take our coats before escorting us to a cozy table for two. Elizabeth's eyes widen in awe at the elegant surroundings as we settle into our seats. Soon, a server arrives to take our order, and I opt for the chef's special for both of us, along with a bottle of Chardonnay that complements her taste. As we await our meal, a napkin is delicately placed on our laps, adding to the refined dining experience.