Chapter 24

It's a surprise that Anthony drives us to the restaurant. Honestly, I didn't even know which one I wanted to go to when I was heading out, but it looks like he's picked one out, because he looks like he's sure as to where he's driving. I watch his profile as he drives.

His tatted hands clutch the steering wheel and his watch glints from the streetlights' refraction. The way he drives is so smooth as the car glides under his handling. His hair is perfectly styled, his beard is neatly trimmed and his build is lean and athletic. There's not even a hint of a beer gut to be found. His biceps bulge as he turns the steering wheel. He's a man who takes care of himself and that's undeniably hot.

We finally come to a stop in front a big building. Le Petit-Italie. The valet opens my door and Anthony hands over the keys.

Anthony walks in and is immediately greeted by a man who reminds me of Santa Claus.

"Anthony!" The man pulls him into a hug, before turning to me.

"Bella! Who is this beauti