David Steen pov

Once we arrived to our destination, which was a very famous bar that I had reserved a table for us a month ago already. Oh yes, I had prepared for that night for a long time. I wanted to give my wife and me a very private special night.

She handed the car keys to the valet to park it. I linked my arms to my sexy wife, not taking my eyes away from her. I leaned to her ear and tickled it by my whisper sexy voice “you know, if I wasn’t your husband, I would kidnap you by now. I really can't believe that I married the most beautiful girl ever.”

She giggled lightly, then stepped aside gesturing to me “your fans.” I sighed when I saw a lot of girls and guys rushing towards me by the bar door. I didn’t even step two inches inside. I reserved in that VIP bar, especially to do, not get interrupted by fans. But dammit!

I signed to some of them on paper, and some asked me to sign on their shirt and even one of them dared to ask me to sign on her cheeks. At least she didn’t ask me to sign on her boobs or ass.

I excused them and wrapped my arms around viola “okay lets go, that's enough for them.”

The manager welcomed us and ushered us to our table where I spotted a very sexy lady sitting leg on another and her white short tight dress barely covering her ass. I muttered internally knowing that Portia looked hardened my dick already..

I drew a smile, she stood up wisely while my wife ran into Portia and squealed like a baby. Viola hugged Portia “sister! I missed you a lot.” and guess what viola erupted in tears. While I was there! My eyes locked with Portia.

Portia eyes wanted to say a lot. She looked so mysterious and hot as hell!

I didn’t see any guy around. So it made me somehow comfortable. I walked close to Portia and leaned to kiss her cheeks, normally “so welcome back sister in law.”

She smiled at me “thank you brother in law. Or should I call you Mr famous? Because I had seen the fans around you a few seconds ago.”

I proudly scratched my nose “well, I guess both would do the job.”

Portia raised her brows and commented “oh, so much ego in you.”

I didn’t know that Portia was scoffing, but I knew why and what later.

Before we could pull chairs and have a seat. A mans voice came from behind me and said”sorry for being late. I was shaking on the meals for the night.”

I ruined my body slowly and hell dammit! He looked taller than me. Wider and how would I spit that, but hotter than me as if the Armani suit made especially to fit his body! He looked so rich, with his diamond watch in his hand and I was able to smell his strong expensive cologne from few inches. Almost checked him out like a woman.

My wife excited, jumped and shook hands with him “oh hello. Nice to see you again. It has been a year.”

Dammit! Was he the same guy! So Portia had been in a relationship with the same guy for a fucking year. Was it love?! I almost groaned internally.

But then I commented rudely “excuse me, you said you were checking on the meals? Why is that? Because, as I remember this night is my special night not yours.”

He opened his mouth and placed his hand on my shoulder, I gazed at his hand and looked back at him angrily. He stretched his hands to me, I couldn’t ignore it so I shook hands with him. He introduced himself as “I’m Lucas. Portia boyfriend. Nice to meet you finally.”

Portia blurred out proudly making her words echo in my ears, “he is Lucas Franco Verto. He is the owner of that bar and that hotel and he is a famous businessman in case you wondered.”

I swore to god, I shrunk!

He was dammit! He was a full package that every fucking woman would dream of touching his hands. I felt like nothing compared to him. Not to mention that he was around 35 years old. So his age to Portia was perfect.

I coughed “okay, still. It’s our night. I’m inviting everyone.”

But suddenly he shook his head and smiled back to Portia the said sorry “sorry dude. It’s not your night. It’s ours too.”

“What do you mean?”

And the answer was in front of my eyes.

In a second, the pianist played, the violinist played. And the spotlights covered Portia. Where that asshole rich, famous knelt in front of Portia and grabbed a very huge diamond ring and said “Portia could you please accept me as a husband? Would you marry me? We have been together for a year and a half and I love you so much.”

But genuinely I breathed out making all of them silent “no she can’t marry you! She has a family and we should make our investigation about you first. I Don't like you already.”

Both of Portia and viola looked at me flabbergasted. Viola whispered to me “what are you saying?”

Dammit was its the effect of alcohol! What the hell I just said?

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me at that moment.

But the surprisingly Portia uttered to her boyfriend, “well, I think my brother in law has a reasonable point. But I do accept you for sure.”

He stood up and kissed her, he put back diamond ring in his pocket and raised his finger to my face “I don’t like you either. I will be watching you.”

He had a point! But I didn’t to be honest. Why did I do that? I had no idea? Why I felt so angry and jealous and I wanted to drag her away from all of that place? I really had no idea.

But all I was sure of, I didn’t want her to get married.