Lauren's pov
The workload was now eased up, Ezekiel had silenced it all.
He never told me how long we were meant to spend in total. Instead, I was just tagging along.
After handing me a dress that evening, we had gone out for a fine dining dinner, not rushed but easy, I felt the way he stared at me like a diamond out of the rough.
I knew he loved me, and so did I, I was already struck down by cupid.
Not too long ago, I thought this was just about s*x and touch and affair as I would have called it, but I wasn't.
His hands stretched over my back as he led me to our table.
“Get her the Ox wail wine bottle, I'm sure she'll love it.” His voice sounded even more charming from the beginning.
I could have pinched myself and thought it was a dream, but it wasn't — this was my reality.
“Cl
