Chapter 114: Someday, I’ll Be Your Husband

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Someday, I’ll Be Your Husband

~Third- POV~

"It’s okay," he whispered happily, pressing a gentle kiss to Frederick’s skin. "I’ll go anywhere in the world with you, as long as you’re right beside me."

Frederick’s expression softened with affection. "That’s my sweet boy."

Reynold pulled back slightly, smiling up at him. "Can you tell me what the trip is about?"

Frederick smiled, his thumb gently stroking Reynold’s jaw. "Well, a friend of mine is planning something special for his partner. He wants to ask him to officially be his boyfriend, so he invited me to Paris for two nights. The timing works out perfectly because I have a few things to take care of over there as well."

"Your friend?" Reynold asked, tilting his head.

Frederick nodded. "Yes, sweetheart."

Reynold frowned slightly. "Which friend? Aren’t Damian and Elias already married? Or are they cheating on their wives?"

Frederick let out an amused chuckle. "No, sweetheart. You haven’t met this friend yet, but you will soon."

Reynold rolled his eyes playfully. "Fine. But what about my classes? Tomorrow is Monday, and I know we have holidays on Monday and Tuesday. But since we’ll be away for two nights, does that mean I’ll have to miss my classes on Wednesday?"

"I’m afraid you’ll have to miss your Wednesday classes," Frederick replied. "You’ll be back in time to resume on Thursday. You told me you don’t have any classes until Thursday afternoon, remember?"

Reynold let out a small sigh before snuggling closer to him. "All right, then. Your friend’s partner is so lucky. I can’t wait to see how it all happens."

"Me neither, baby," Frederick murmured warmly.

Your friend’s partner is so lucky...

The words echoed in Reynold’s mind, and suddenly, a bright, daring spark of hope flickered in his chest. He rested his chin on Frederick’s chest, staring blankly ahead as his imagination began to run wild.

Maybe seeing his friend do it will make Frederick realize he should ask me to be his official boyfriend too! Reynold thought, a huge smile spreading across his face. And once we’re official, I won’t have anything to worry about! Then, I can look forward to the day he proposes to me. I’ll finally become Reynold Blake Corvin!

He paused, considering the name.

Wait... I could even drop Blake completely and just become Reynold Corvin. Oh, that sounds so much better... Reynold Corvin.

The thought sent a wave of excitement through him. He was already imagining the ring, the wedding, the headlines, and what it would feel like to belong to Frederick forever. Completely lost in his own little fantasy, he lifted his head from Frederick’s chest and grinned at the ceiling, unaware that Frederick was watching him with fond amusement.

"Sweetheart?" Frederick called softly.

Reynold didn’t move, still smiling at the ceiling.

Frederick gently shook his shoulder. "Sweetheart?"

Reynold snapped out of his daydream and blinked rapidly, his face flushing. "Y-yes, Daddy? What is it?"

Frederick raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "What are you thinking about that’s making you smile like that?"

Reynold quickly bit his lip, trying and failing to hide his grin. "I’m just... I’m just happy I’ll finally get to visit Paris! I’ve always wanted to go, and I really can’t wait!"

Frederick chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to Reynold’s temple. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure this trip is memorable. You’re going to love it there."

"Alright, Daddy," Reynold replied happily.

Frederick shifted slightly. "Okay, I need to work at my desk for a little while. There are a few things I need to sort out now that will be important once we return from our trip."

"Okay, Daddy," Reynold murmured.

Frederick got up from the bed and gently helped Reynold settle beneath the warm duvet. After adjusting the pillows behind his head, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead.

"Get some rest, baby."

The moment Frederick turned away, Reynold rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, unable to contain his excitement. He kicked his legs beneath the duvet, silently giggling as his heart raced with joy.

I’m going on a trip with Frederick! he squealed inwardly, lifting his head from the pillow and hugging it against his chest. Even if it’s for his friend, I don’t care! Of course, I’d have loved it more if he had told me he was taking me on a romantic trip, but this is still amazing. I get to enjoy myself, breathe in the Paris air, and spend time with my man!

Meanwhile, Frederick paused near the desk and glanced back at the bed. He caught sight of the duvet moving wildly as Reynold rolled from side to side like an excited little puppy.

Frederick shook his head.

He’s this excited just because he’s going to Paris? Frederick thought, his eyes softening with affection. If only he knew what’s waiting for him over there. Silly boy, so innocent and ridiculously cute.

He ran a hand through his hair, his smile growing as he watched Reynold. He’s so adorable; how did I get so lucky with this boy? He doesn’t even realize what he does to me. I’m so hopelessly in love with him.

With a subtle smile, Frederick turned back towards the desk and settled into his leather chair. He took a deep breath, his expression growing serious as he considered what he needed to do.

He had to prepare everything carefully tonight. Once they returned from Paris, he intended to address the situation with Eva publicly. He was done allowing her actions to go unanswered. This time, he would tell the truth about their past, make it clear why their marriage had ended, and put an end to the lies being spread about him and Reynold.

Back on the massive bed, Reynold lay curled beneath the plush duvet, staring at the ceiling. A warm flush crept across his cheeks as a sudden realization hit him, making him bite his lower lip and let out a tiny, pouty sigh.

I should have reminded Frederick about what we planned to do tonight... he thought, his heart fluttering at the thought.

He almost opened his mouth to call out to Frederick but stopped himself. Instead, a shy, mischievous smirk curved his lips.

No, it’s fine. We’re going on a trip tomorrow anyway... and doing it in his private jet will be even more perfect.

The thought sent a thrilling shiver down his spine. His mind drifted back to that unforgettable night when Frederick had been the first man to make love to him in the jet’s private bedroom suite.

Reynold’s breath hitched in the quiet room as vivid memories flooded his mind. He remembered how massive and powerful Frederick had felt above him, the deep, vibrating tone of his voice whispering possessive praises against his ear, and the intense, unbelievable sensation when Frederick had slowly claimed him for the first time.

The pleasure had been so overwhelming that Reynold had clung to Frederick’s broad back, crying out as his body trembled in complete surrender.

Just remembering the way Frederick’s heavy hands had held his hips and how tenderly he had kissed away his tears made Reynold’s core ache with a sudden, restless warmth. A quiet gasp escaped his lips, his legs involuntarily rubbing together beneath the sheets as his skin tingled from the memory.

He quickly squeezed his eyes shut and hugged his pillow tight against his chest, trying to control his racing heart before he made an embarrassing sound out loud.

Control yourself, Reynold, he scolded himself playfully, his face burning hotter against the soft fabric. You’ll get to experience all of that again very soon...

A sweet, triumphant thrill washed over him, making him giggle silently into the pillow.

Frederick is mine... he’s all mine...

Reynold began repeating the words rhythmically in his head, a radiant smile spreading across his face. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, unlocked it, and opened his photo gallery, scrolling through every picture he and Frederick had taken together.

There was a picture of Frederick holding him tightly around the waist while Reynold smiled brightly at the camera. Another showed Frederick pressing a kiss to his temple while Reynold looked completely flushed and happy. There were also candid shots of Frederick looking stern and handsome in his designer suit.

Reynold held the phone close to his face, tracing Frederick’s sharp jawline on the screen with his thumb. A deep sense of peace and security settled over him.

"Reynold..." he whispered to himself, his voice soft as his eyelids began to grow heavy. "You and Frederick are a perfect match... Frederick is yours."

The warmth of the bed gradually lulled Reynold to sleep. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier until he could no longer keep them open. Holding his phone against his chest, he curled up comfortably beneath the duvet and drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep...