Journey to Fortune (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 4)

“No, I’m meeting someone. Mr. Perrone.”

His smile faded only momentarily. She wondered if perhaps he knew Dante and didn’t care for him. She felt like confronting the man, feeling some loyalty toward Dante, and how nice he had always been to her over the past year.

“Lucky man. Follow me please, miss,” he said, and she understood now. Her cheeks warmed. The host had found her attractive and was disappointed knowing she was meeting a man. How funny. She admired the host’s good looks and was about to say that she was only friends with Dante, when she spotted the private table, way in the back and secluded from the rest of the restaurant. She could hardly see where he was sitting as the booth curved just so, and blocked anyone’s view from the seats and table within. Very private. Her belly tightened.

What exactly did Dante have in mind? She felt her belly flutter with concern. Every time she thought about accepting a date from new admirers, she thought of Hudson and Jagger, and her heart ached. Her affair in Paris had ruined her for any other man. She was really one fucked-up individual.

“There you are. I was getting worried,” Dante said as he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He looked at her dress as he smiled.

“You, look, gorgeous!” He spoke the words slowly and with gusto. She smiled at him. The man looked very good, too. But that was Dante. Suit, tux, casual wear, it didn’t matter. He was a model.

“Thank you. You look wonderful, too. So how did you get so lucky to get this table?” she asked, as he motioned with his hand for her to take a seat in the booth.

“Oh, I have my connections. So, is everything okay? You’re usually so punctual.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just that since my apartment was broken into, I feel so violated and nervous when I go home and when I leave there. I know it’s normal, but it’s taking a toll on me.”

“Well, that’s understandable. Perhaps you won’t be going home alone this evening.” She felt her cheeks warm and an uneasy feeling hit her gut. Was he suggesting that he would be in her bed tonight?

“Dante, I don’t think that—”

He placed his finger up in the air for her to stop talking. “Your potential clients have arrived. Remember, destiny is what you make of it, Tia Rose. Anything is possible when you follow your heart and your gut.”

What?

She turned to see what or whom had made Dante speak in such a way. She instantly felt nervous, unsure, and utterly confused. And then they were there. Standing in front of the table. Six feet four and larger than life, Hudson and Jagger.

“Good evening, my goddess,” Jagger stated.

“Tia Rose, finding you has been quite the challenge,” Hudson added.

Her throat closed up. The tears filled her eyes. She felt sick to her stomach, excited, scared, and utterly shocked as she covered her mouth with her hand.

A glance toward Dante and he smiled.

“Your destiny. Everything happens for a reason, Tia Rose. Enjoy the evening, and let me know how working for Jagger and Hudson Ross, decorating their vacation home works out for you.”

She watched Dante walk away.

“How? What is going on?” she began to say when Hudson took her hand and pulled her up.

“Come to me, baby. God, we’ve missed you,” he said as she slid closer to the edge, allowing the large, thick hand of his to take her smaller hand, and pull her up. The instant he touched her, she laid her head against his solid chest and inhaled his cologne. Then she cried.

“Oh, God, Hudson, I’ve missed you both so much. How did you find me? How do you know Dante?” She wiped the tears.

He cupped her cheeks and stared down into her eyes. “We had to find you. You’re our woman and we need you. Life just isn’t the same without you.” He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, then hugged her tight.

She was shaking as he smiled then released her to Jagger. Jagger pulled her against his chest and held her cheek with the palm of his hand as his other hand plastered over her ass. Exactly where she loved it.

“You were difficult to find, but now that we’re back together, we’re not letting you go.”

Before she could react, he kissed her as Hudson chuckled behind her. She felt his chest against her back, and she was instantly safe and secure. She felt complete between them as she kissed Jagger back until he slowly released her lips.

“We have two choices. One, we stay here eat and then head back to our place. Or two, we skip dinner and we have you instead.”

She chuckled. “I think we should talk first. This is a shock to me.”

He smiled. “Okay, but after we talk, I want you. In my bed, under me, with my cock buried deep in your wet pussy and Hudson’s cock buried deep in your ass. Between us, part of us, is where you belong.”