He Forgot

Lucky’s POV “Where are we going, Lucresia?” Damien asked while he’s watching me from the reflection in the mirror. I was blow drying my hair while he’s already dressed and was just waiting for me to finish. I pressed my lips together, refusing to answer him. He remained sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me. I pulled myself up and went to him. His hand automatically reached for mine and he pulled me to sit on his lap. The dress I’m wearing rolled up, revealing my legs. He pressed my legs together and wrapped his left arm around my waist. His right hand intertwined our fingers and I stared at it. Oh his love language. I’m always glad he fell for me. “Where are we going, Lucresia? Hmm? This is not the time for a date. The reporters are everywhere. They might chase us. You might get hurt.” I shook my head. “We have our bodyguards, Damien.” “Still…” I caressed his jaws as he trailed his words. He looked into my eyes and I planted a soft kiss on his lips. “Just trust me.” He kissed my