Guy Glowing At Table Novels & Stories

Chapter 125 **Piper’s POV** The restaurant lighting became soft, the kind that made every table look like a movie scene and every silence sound unnecessarily dramatic. Golden light pooled across the linen tablecloth, flickering from the candle between us. It cast Gavin’s features in warm relief: sharp jawline, neatly combed hair, the faintest glint off his watch whenever he lifted his glass. He looked perfectly composed. Effortlessly so. The kind of man who could make control look like an art form.

Her friends insisted on throwing her a celebration dinner. Ellis had made the reservation. Callum brought flowers. Colton came late, carrying a tiny gift bag and his usual grin that made half the girls in the café blush. And Micah was there too, sitting quietly near the end of the table, a sketchbook balanced on his knee. He wasn’t supposed to come — Amelia hadn’t even realized Ellis invited him until she spotted him, half in shadow, looking slightly uncomfortable with the noise. But when their eyes met, he offered a polite smile and a small nod, as if to say congratulations from across the chaos.

The table was set for three with candles flickering softly and casting warm light over the plates. Lucas stood at the counter pouring wine, looking unfairly good in his rolled sleeves and that undone top button revealing a hint of toned chest. He glanced over his shoulder as we entered. His eyes found mine instantly and that strange, unreadable expression flickered across his face again. Heat flooded my cheeks as his gaze held mine a beat too long, pulling the air from my lungs and sending an unwelcome flutter low in my belly.

I rolled my eyes at him and he chuckled and shook his head. "I ordered some food, it will be here soon," he said, returning to his table, I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the way his black shirt accentuated his chiseled physique and how perfectly his jeans were sitting on his waist, every inch of this Man exuded confident, masculine allure that was impossible to ignore, Ava you're a goner. ******* We were done eating and it was currently 6: 30 pm, Gabriel called in her secretary to come clear up the table.

"Ok. Maybe you aren't. But if you are.... better act quick before someone else is quicker." I turn back to where the kids are dancing and Sarah's dancing with one of the other boys that were with them. Agitation is felt in my ribcage as I watch the two dance. I look away. "I don't care." And down the rest of my beer. Dea leans over. "Bud. Your eyes are glowing." I set my bottle down and push my wolf back down. Everyone at the table is staring. I look around the table. "I don't care!" I insist.

Lucas taps me on my shoulder, "Hey." I turn to him and see he's holding a glass of pink champagne in his hand. He already finished the half, I take the glass from him. "What?" I sip the drink, looking up at him. "Who is the guy beside the food table? The one with sexy, black hair?" He lowers his voice, twisting his fingers.

The clattering of glasses and voices was heard as they all settled at a table. “It’s such a beautiful night,” Usman remarked as he took a sip from his glass of wine. Alex smiled as she looked around the whole place which was filled with so much Glamour. She took a glance at Adrian and she could see him typing a few words on his phone. A frown appeared on her face as she saw Susan taking her seat at the middle of the table. Their eyes met and she could see the smirk on Susan’s mocking face. She wondered who this lady was and why she had taken interest in her.

"Table ten, right?" The lady nodded, appreciated me, and ran off to relieve herself. I scanned the room from where I was, hoping to see the table number waving back at me. But I was too far away to see anything meaningful, so I readied my feet to begin the search for Table Ten. "Ladies and gentlemen, I will like to present to you, the man of the day, Dominic Powers!" The crowd cheered as the emcee who was up on the stage talked. I was still walking and searching for table ten when a bright light fell on my face.

Giovanni seemed like he was, in a bad mood. There were six men at the table. Arthur Sterling was there. Arthur Sterling sat at the head of the table. He was sweating a bit. Arthur Sterling was stacking his chips. The man looked up when I walked into the room. He was sitting there. He looked up at me when I walked in. The mans eyes got wide. Then he licked his lips. His eyes were still wide with excitement as he thought about the food, in front of him. He licked his lips again.