Second Marriage, The Billionaire's Planned Love novel Chapter 119

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Ivy’s POV 1

Parker waited beside his armored black sedan, looking every inch the dangerous Don he was beneath that charming facade. His tailored charcoal suit was cut to perfection, emphasizing his powerful frame while the rolled sleeves and unbuttoned collar gave him that effortlessly lethal appeal that made lesser men step aside on the street. Dark sunglasses masked his calculating eyes, and his auburn hair was styled with military precision. Unlike the battle scars that marked most of our world, his skin remained unmarked by violence. He was devastatingly handsome in a way that could distract from the weapon he undoubtedly carried beneath that expensive jacket.

“Christ almighty, Ivy,” Parker pulled off his sunglasses as I approached, his green eyes widening with genuine appreciation. “How do you manage to look more breathtaking every time I see you?”

Heat crawled up my neck at his boldness. In our world, such open admiration was rare between rival factions. “You’re being ridiculous, Parker.”

He leaned down to brush his lips against my cheek, his cologne mixing with the faint scent of gunpowder that clung to all of us in this business. With practiced gallantry, he opened the passenger door and extended his hand. I settled into the leather seat, watching through the bulletproof windshield as he moved around the front with the confident stride of a man who owned half the neutral territory in the city. When he slid behind the wheel, that dangerous smile was back.

“Ready for something that’ll change everything? I’m taking you to a place that exists outside all our family territories, where we can just be ourselves without watching for

snipers.”

My pulse quickened at his confidence. In our world, such promises usually ended in bloodshed. “That’s quite a claim. Now you’ve got my attention.”

The establishment took my breath away the moment our convoy pulled through the gates. Cancun stood like a fortress of elegance amid the neutral zone, its massive iron gates bearing the restaurant’s name in elegant script. This was Switzerland in our world of endless territorial wars. Lush gardens surrounded the building, complete with a central fountain where deals were struck and alliances forged in whispered conversations. The architecture spoke of old money and older power, soaring ceilings

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and wraparound terraces supported by graceful columns that had witnessed decades of clandestine meetings. Heavy wooden doors dominated the terracotta facade, while armed security disguised as gardeners maintained subtle watch over every approach. Inside, the grand hall featured floor–to–ceiling windows and generously spaced tables where conversations could flow without fear of electronic surveillance. The aromas wafting through the air promised cuisine worthy of the most discerning palates in our

circles.

We selected a table on the terrace where the afternoon sun cast everything in golden light while providing clear sightlines to all potential exits.

“Latin American culture has always fascinated me, Ivy,” Parker’s eyes lit up as he spoke. “Their approach to family loyalty, to passion, to the code of honor we live by. This place captures everything I admire about their traditions.”

“It’s extraordinary, Parker. I feel like I’ve stepped into a completely different world.” I surveyed our surroundings, noting the strategic positioning of his security team. “A world where we don’t have to look over our shoulders every moment.”

His smile turned boyish with satisfaction. “Have you ever experienced authentic

Cuban cuisine?”

“Never had the opportunity.”

“Perfect. Allow me to introduce you to something that’ll expand your horizons while we discuss business.”

“I’m entirely in your capable hands.”

The server brought our drinks along with leather–bound menus. Parker raised his glass with ceremonial precision.

“Papa Doble, crafted exactly as Hemingway preferred it in Cancun. White rum, maraschino liqueur, fresh lime, grapefruit juice, served ice cold. Here’s to the most captivating woman in the entire syndicate finally giving this old soldier a fighting chance.”

The cocktail was revelation, crisp and refreshing with barely detectable sweetness, the grapefruit’s bite perfectly balanced by the maraschino’s subtle complexity. It was exactly what the warm afternoon called for while discussing potential alliances.

“This is absolutely perfect,” I couldn’t hide my enthusiasm. “You certainly know how to make an impression.”

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Parker’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he signaled the server to place our dinner

order.

For a while, he regaled me with stories from his operations throughout Cuba and South America. His passion for the cultures he’d encountered through business was infectious, and I found myself captivated by his descriptions of coastal strongholds, mountain hideouts, and the fierce loyalty of the people who’d earned his protection.

“Picadillo a la criolla with congri rice,” he announced as our plates arrived. “Ground beef and pork prepared with olives, onions, peppers, and tomatoes. The rice is cooked with red beans, simple ingredients but flavors that tell the story of survival and resilience.”

The first bite made my eyes widen in amazement. The complex seasonings and textures created a symphony unlike anything I’d experienced, even in the finest establishments our world had to offer.

As we dined, Parker shared how he’d built his empire with his lieutenant Brenda, how the neutral zone had become his favorite among all his enterprises. His humor was infectious, telling stories and making expressions that had me laughing despite the weight of our circumstances. Being with him felt effortless in a way I hadn’t expected, given the dangerous waters we were navigating.

Dessert arrived as Cuban capuchinos, delicate pastries soaked in syrup that dissolved on my tongue like spun sugar. I couldn’t suppress the involuntary sound of pleasure.

“Don’t make those sounds, Ivy,” Parker’s voice dropped to a husky whisper, his green eyes darkening as they fixed on my mouth. “I’m already fighting every instinct I have not to claim you right here, and hearing you respond like that is making it nearly impossible to maintain this gentleman’s facade.”

My cheeks flushed at the raw desire in his voice. “I can’t help it when something tastes

this incredible.”

He shifted in his chair, adjusting his position as he cleared his throat roughly. “Keep testing my restraint like that, and I won’t be responsible for the consequences. And something tells me you wouldn’t object.”

Before I could respond, he leaned close enough that his breath tickled my ear, pressing a soft kiss just behind it. Every nerve ending sparked to life at the contact.

“Though I suspect you wouldn’t mind at all,” he whispered with knowing confidence.

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We finished with rich Cuban coffee strong enough to fuel a small war. Parker suggested we explore the gardens, which were even more magnificent than I’d imagined. A small artificial lake stretched across the back of the property, with a secluded gazebo positioned at its center, accessible by a charming wooden bridge that provided both romance and tactical advantage.

We walked to the gazebo in comfortable silence. Parker leaned against one of the support posts, hands in his pockets, suddenly looking uncertain in a way that seemed completely at odds with his usual commanding presence.

“Ivy, I need to ask you something important.” His voice carried a gravity I hadn’t heard before. “Are you and Thorne truly finished?”

“Did someone brief you on what happened between us?”

“I have my sources. I hope you don’t mind that intelligence reached me.”

I shook my head. “Information flows in our world. And yes, Caleb and I are completely over. I won’t come between him and his family obligations, and that psychotic woman will never stop making my life dangerous if I remain in the picture.”

“I understand the complexities completely.” He took a measured breath, gathering resolve. “Ivy, I’ve been drawn to you from the moment our paths crossed. I respected your alliance with Thorne, but I made it clear to him from the beginning that if things ended between you, I’d be ready to step in.”

My heart began racing as I realized where this negotiation was heading.

“And here I am,” he continued, looking almost vulnerable. “I know you still have feelings for him, but I’m hoping you’ll give me a genuine opportunity. Let me take you to territory meetings, underground fights, exclusive venues, or simply spend quiet evenings planning the future. I want to know everything about the woman who’s captured my attention so completely.”

“What exactly are you proposing, Parker?”

“A chance to win your loyalty.” His eyes met mine with startling intensity. “I want to court you properly, Ivy. Really court you.”

I felt a smile tugging at my lips. “I’d be open to that arrangement. But you need to understand something, Parker. You’re incredibly powerful and charming and exceptional company, but I’m still recovering from what happened with Caleb. What I can offer you right now is partnership and the possibility of something deeper

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developing with time.”

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