Georgia’s POV
I woke at dawn, the soft light slipping through the curtains, and instantly noticed the space beside was empty. Nick wasn’t in bed. The ache in my body was enough of a reminder of why I felt like I’d been hit by a train.
Last night’s mories crashed back—every touch, every kiss, every mont of him claiming over and over until I couldn’t even lift a finger. My body was wrecked, but my heart was soaring.
I expected him to still be dead asleep, drained from everything we did... but no. The bed was cold, and he was already gone.
Slipping into the robe draped on the chair, I padded out of the bedroom, curious. Then I caught it—the scent. Rich, savory, mouthwatering. The kind of sll that lured like a siren call through the vast space of his penthouse.
And there he was, standing shirtless in nothing but his boxers, standing there with such ease, cooking like a real chef.
"Hi..." My voice ca out soft as I walked closer, sliding my arms around his waist from behind.
"You’re up early too," he said casually, as if he wasn’t singlehandedly making fall for him more with every second.
"Yeah... I was actually planning to cook for you. But looks like you beat to it. What are you making?" I asked, resting my cheek against his warm back.
"Pulled roasted pork with caralized onion sandwich," he replied without missing a beat.
My brows shot up. "Wow, this early?"
He chuckled. "Don’t be too impressed. The pork’s just leftovers. I only caralized the onion and grated so cheese."
I smiled against him, heart lting at how he downplayed it, when really, just the sll was enough to drive wild. "Still, it slls amazing. What can I do to help?"
"You can make so drinks. Coffee for . There’s juice in the fridge if you want it," Nick said, voice still husky.
"Nah, I prefer coffee on weekdays," I answered with a grin, already spotting the coffee maker and making my way to it. But inside, I was still buzzing, thinking about how surreal it felt—waking up in his arms, in his ho, and now, making breakfast together like this.
"What are you doing on Sunday?" Nick asked casually as he started assembling the sandwich on the island counter.
"At ho, probably. Maybe I’ll do so gardening. Wendy and Katie will be going to a birthday party after her piano lessons," I replied, pouring sugar into the coffee.
"Wendy and Katie are inseparable, huh?" Nick said, glancing at with a soft smile.
I chuckled. "Well, Katie thinks Wendy is her grandma—since she never had one. And Wendy treats Katie like her very own grandchild. Sotis, I honestly feel like the outsider when those two are together," I joked as I stirred the coffee.
Nick chuckled but then leaned against the counter, eyes glinting with sothing more serious. "So... it’s okay if I invite you sowhere?"
I looked at him curiously, handing him his cup. "Where?"
"My mom’s. She wants to et you," he said without hesitation. "And since it’s my birthday on Sunday, I want to spend it with the people I love."
My heart skipped. The weight of his words sank deep into .
"I thought your birthday celebration was on Saturday?" I asked, just to be sure.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Saturday is for the Knight family and the company—loud, formal, exhausting. But Sunday... Sunday’s just us. More intimate." His arms slid around my waist, pulling close until I could feel his warmth seeping into . He lowered his head and kissed gently, lingering as if to seal the invitation with his lips. "So, will you co?"
I smiled against his mouth. "Of course, I’ll co. I wouldn’t miss it for the world."
We settled onto the stools by the counter, my heart still racing—not just from the kiss, but from the realization that he wanted there, by his side, in the most important parts of his life.
eting the mom is kind of nerve-wracking. But it will surely sink in later when I am fully awake from the coffee.
"By the way... should I still co tomorrow?" I asked, my voice careful but curious.
Nick paused midair with his coffee, his eyes snapping to mine. "What do you an?"
"You know... because of what Violet said." I tried to sound casual, but deep down, the thought of her causing a scene made my stomach twist. "I’m just worried she’ll make trouble if she sees there."
"Trust , rember?" Nick said firmly, his tone calm yet unshakable. "Here’s what we’ll do—Vicky can pick you and Ella up. She already brought it up with , and I told her I’d think about it. Honestly, I think she’s already figured out what Violet’s planning.
If you arrive with Vicky and Ella, Violet won’t dare cause a scene. She’s never seen Vicky as a threat to Reagan or Liam, and she won’t risk embarrassing herself in front of everyone."
He set his cup down and reached for my hand, his thumb brushing reassuring circles on my skin. "Just stick close to them while Liam and I are busy entertaining guests. When the ti’s right, I’ll co to you."
I could tell he’d thought this through, and he was right. He’d only just stepped into the company spotlight, and tomorrow’s event was important. I wasn’t about to act like so spoiled princess demanding all his attention.
Besides... it was also a perfect opportunity for to mingle, make connections, and maybe even find potential clients. Who knew? Tomorrow could be fruitful in more ways than one.
I leaned over and kissed him softly on the cheek, smiling as I whispered, "I get it. You’ll be busy, but don’t worry—I’ll be busy too. Probably handing out business cards."
He laughed, that warm, low sound that never failed to lt , and pulled into his arms.
"Just trust , love," he murmured against my hair. "You’ll see soon enough."
His words made my heart skip and stumble all at once. Why did it feel like he was planning sothing that would turn my world upside down?
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