Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390

“I wouldn’t want to take your seal, sir “Kingsley’s voice was calm, pleasant. “Plike to sit closer to my girlfriend, if that’s alright

He walked over to the stool beside mine and sat down

My father’s face turned red with shame. Everyone else stared in silence.

Then the door opened again.

Several men in suits filed in, carrying boxes, bags, and packages of every size. They set them down in front of my parents in a growing pile, and as they did, I recognized the labels. Branded watches. Italian leather shoes. Silk ties. The latest phones Designer sunglasses. Gold cufflinks. Perfume bottles that cost more than some people’s cars. Handbags, jewelry. A pile worth millions, I was sure of it.

Wher the last man had set down his load and filed out, Kingsley spoke.

“I didn’t know exactly what you all preferred, so I just got different types of gifts for everyone. I hope you like thetr..”

My parents’ eyes had gone wide and greedy. They reached for the boxes with shaking hands, tearing at the wrappings, their faces alight with naked avarice.

“Mr. Duke, you are too kind! Too kind! You shouldn’t have!”

Vivian and Jonathan had been sitting at the best seats at the table, the ones closest to the food, the ones reserved for the birthday girl and her husband. My mother turned to Vivian without a moment’s hesitation.

“Get up. Give Mr. Duke your seat.”

Vivian’s face contorted. “Mom, it’s my birthday! These are our seats!”

“Did you hear me? Get up!”

My mother pushed Vivian off the seat.

But Kingsley only shook his head. “I appreciate it, ma’am, but I already told you. I only want to sit beside my girlfriend.”

My father turned to Jonathan. “You. Get up. Go sit on the stool.”

I had just begun wondering what he was getting af when he rose from his seat, pushed the chair back, and went down on his knees.

My eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my God!” my mother exclaimed.

Everyone at the table looked on in surprise, Vivian’s jaw hanging open, Jonathan frozen or his stool.

Kingsley took my hand in his, and his voice carried through the silent room.

“Patricia, you are always in my thoughts. Every moment of every day, you’re there. You’re my princess, and I want to spend the rest off my life with only you.” 1

He reached into his pocket and brought out a small velvet box. He opened it, and a ring caught the light, a diamond so brilliant it seemed to glow on its own, worth millions. 3

“Patricia Spears.” His voice was steady, his eyes locked on mine. “Will you marry me?”