Chapter 70: Dinner With The Werelions {1}
"Yes I do, but not until you," he said softly as his eyes connected to mine and I seemed to get drowned in his hazel ones, my eyes descend to his lips and I thought back to the steamy session we had, I blushed so hard as I leveled my gaze ahead, that was when I realized we were at the door, and judging from the faint noise coming from there, that was definitely the dining room.
I noticed some sort of design embedded against the white door, the same matching color with the door, but I could make it out, it looked like the symbol of the bracelet Dace always wore, right now on the door, it really looked like a logo, maybe it was.
I think my heart momentarily stopped when the door spread open and I was greeted with a luxurious fancy dining hall.
I look so fucking underdressed, my eyes darted to Dace in just his sweatpants and shirt, thank God he wore that, or else I would have dashed out from not fitting, I hated that, when I didn’t fit in his world, It was something I have just come to realize now, how heart-wrenching it was... but it was the truth.
"Is that our visitor?" at the baritone voice that sent shivers down my spine I locked gaze with dark hazel eyes and I seemed to freeze at his deadpanned looks, aside from that it was like I was gazing upon the older version of Dace, he was so freaking handsome that it scared me, was he really a dad of two? Set that aside, his mom was as breathtaking as ever even though she wasn’t in fancy attire at the moment.
Both of them were in casual clothes but yet it screams expensive. The turtle-neck black sweater that Dace’s dad had on looked really good on him.
"Ahem!" that seemed to block me out of my head and the realization dawned on me, just how long was I staring? Fuck I think I blew it. My face heated up in embarrassment.
"Please seat so that we can have dinner, Emma"
My body tensed when he said my name, I felt Dace’s hand at the small of my back and I seemed to be relieved but I was still up on my toes to the reality of dining with werelions, my aunt was definitely gonna lose her mind this time or worse.
Dace helped me to my seat and adjusted it when I sat before taking a seat beside me.
Dace’s dad sat at the foot of the table like the dominating leader he was, on his high fancy chair, slightly covered in fur. His wife sat at his right-hand side and Emilia sat facing us.