Chapter 57 - Jagger Bolton

Jagger POV

“Come on baby, we’re going to be late,” I say, and Calliope looks at me, giving me the dirtiest side-eye I have ever seen. I smile as I watch her look at her reflection in the mirror. She is wearing one of the dresses I bought for her; you know, one of the ones she looked at and said she would never wear.

“Zip me up, please,” Calliope says, and I nod, taking a step closer to her and pulling the zip on the back of the dress up. My fingers brush her skin lightly while I do it, and I can see her eyes widen slightly, and I can’t help but smile.

“Please, be in your bed behavior, and don’t say anything until I explain to them why you’re here,” Calliope says as we walk down the hotel corridor. I invited them for dinner at the hotel tonight. They asked me to go to their house, but I think the public environment might be better today. Public exposure means they can’t kill me.

“Good evening. Reservation is under Bolton,” I say to the hostess as we reach the restaurant. She smiles