Night Out: Part V

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Night Out

Part V

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“I’m sorry. What did you say the name on the reservation was?” the little bastard mumbled absently as his focus shifted back to Zoe’s generous cleavage while the woman that every man within a twenty-foot radius was hungrily devouring with his eyes reached up to push her hair back and-

“Bradford,” Trevor bit out with a glare at the asshole who groaned when the move caused the large breasts that no other man had a fucking right to look at bounced.

“Here it is,” the little asshole that was going to get himself killed, mumbled as he grabbed a stack of leather encased menus and gestured for Zoe to follow him.

Deciding that the little bastard had a death wish, Trevor took his wife’s hand in his and followed him, noting every male gaze that lowered to his wife’s ass and stayed there. It only got worse once they entered the large dining room and he was forced to watch as every man took notice of his wife and followed her every move as they made their way to their table.

“Your waiter tonight if Jack, but if you need anything, anything at all, my name is Rick,” he said, moving to pull out Zoe’s chair only to back away with a sigh when Trevor beat him to it.

“Thank you,” Zoe, fucking oblivious to all the men watching her every move, murmured with a sweet smile as she sat down and shifted, causing her breasts to bounce and every man around them to bite back a groan.

“You’re welcome,” Rick said, pausing and looking like he wanted to say something else, but the murderous glare that Trevor was sending him had him closing his mouth and walking away.

“This is beautiful,” Zoe said, looking around the large, expensively appointed dining room even as she reached down into her purse and pulled out the Kindle that she kept fully charged for nights like this.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his glare softening as he took in the beautiful woman that he loved more than he’d ever thought possible.

She was so damn beautiful, he thought as he took in her dark brown hair that she’d begun to curl a few years ago, her beautiful face that had only grown even more beautiful with age, and the soft generous curves that still drove him out of his fucking mind. Sometimes he found himself watching her, unable to believe that this beautiful woman was his.

“Thank you,” she said, giving him that same smile that she always gave him when he told her that she was beautiful before clearing her throat and shifting her attention to the Kindle in her hands as the first woman of the night headed towards their table and-

“Excuse me, but the gentleman at the bar wanted to buy you a drink,” she said, placing a glass of white wine on the table in front of Zoe as she gestured towards the bar where an asshole wearing an expensive suit was sending her an inviting smile.

“Thank you?” Zoe murmured with a frown at the glass of wine.

“You’re welcome,” the waitress said with a smile as she gestured towards another man at the end of the bar, “And that gentleman wanted to know if you’d like to join him for dessert.”

“She’s fine,” he bit out evenly as he picked up the glass and handed it back to the waitress.

With an apologetic smile and a softly worded, “Sorry,” she took the glass and brought it back to the bar only to turn right around with a glass of red wine and headed back to their table as he sat there, resigning himself to a long fucking night ahead.

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10 Responses to “Night Out: Part V”

  1. Kathy says:

    It’s rather funny the things that made Trevor believe he couldn’t like Zoe. Are now the things about her he can’t live without. I still remember when Trevor told her she didn’t need the food she ordered. Each time I read that part. It gets to me. Also makes me happy how deep in love Trevor fell for her. And how he still loves her.

  2. Tori says:

    Yes, I love this! Zoe can get it! Trevor got his dream of having a woman every man in the room wants and he hates it. Oh the irony.

  3. Laurie Statham says:

    Though it might pain Trevor to return, sounds like this’ll be a place they go to a lot in the future.

  4. Star says:

    I hate the time difference. I am so excited when I get up on Sunday to read chronicles but my sunday never comes because in India it’s Monday. And I m tired of it.😩😩😩

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