Chapter 137: A Possessive Little Fiancé

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: A Possessive Little Fiancé

~Third- POV~

Reynold smiled brightly, his diamond ring glinting in the morning sunlight as he straightened his collar. "As long as I’m by your side, Daddy, I’m always ready."

Frederick chuckled and extended his hand. "Come on, then. Let’s go show you off to the world."

"I’m showing you off too, Daddy," Reynold added, stepping closer with a playful gleam in his eyes. "So the world knows I have the most caring, loving, honest, loyal, sweet, and kind man alive."

Frederick turned to him, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "With all that praise, do you mind a quickie before we leave?"

Reynold gasped dramatically, turned on his heel, and dashed toward the grand walk-in closet, covering his ears.

"I’m not tired, Daddy. I just don’t want to ruin our outing. Besides, I could still handle you until I make you cry for more!"

Frederick chuckled, leaning against the doorway. "You?"

"Yes! Don’t underestimate me." Reynold turned around, planting his hands on his hips. Then his expression softened, giving way to genuine curiosity. "But... can I ask you something? How do you manage not to come every time we have sex until you’re sure I’m completely satisfied? You always wait until then before letting yourself go."

Frederick smiled and walked over to cup his cheek. "I’m just built that way, baby. But more than that, seeing you completely satisfied drives me absolutely insane. Knowing I’ve given you everything you need... that’s what brings me to the edge."

Reynold pouted, folding his arms across his chest. "I think I focus too much on my own pleasure whenever we’re together. But from now on, I’m stepping up my game. I’m young, and a young man should make the old man cry, not the other way around. Next time, I’m making you beg me."

Frederick let out a deep, rich laugh. "Alright, baby. I really don’t mind."

They stepped into the walk-in closet, where Frederick selected their outfits for the day. He handed Reynold his chosen clothes before picking up his own. They then changed out of their comfortable loungewear and began getting dressed.

A few minutes later, Reynold finished adjusting the delicate lace-trimmed cuffs of his ivory outfit and turned to look at Frederick. He froze, staring at him in disbelief.

Frederick had chosen a stylish brown sleeveless vest with striking leopard-print panels running along the front. He wore it open, leaving his broad, muscular chest and defined abs completely exposed. The vest was paired with loose-fitting, high-waisted cream trousers featuring elegant pleated details.

"Why aren’t you properly dressed?" Reynold demanded, narrowing his eyes.

Frederick casually adjusted the edge of his vest. "I’m going for a relaxed look today, so I thought I’d wear this."

"Going out practically half-naked?" Reynold gasped, stepping closer and tugging at the open vest. "In just this? Who are you trying to attract out there?"

Frederick raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Baby, I’m not trying to attract anyone but you. You kept complaining that I always wear formal white suits, so I decided to try something different. Don’t you like it?"

"I do not like it! It’s too revealing!" Reynold huffed, folding his arms tightly across his chest. "When I complained about the white suits, I meant you should try different colors of suits, not walk around practically naked, showing off what belongs to me for free! Absolutely not. You’re not going out looking like this."

Frederick’s eyes sparkled with affection. "Alright, alright. You don’t need to look as though you’re about to hit me, my possessive baby. I’ll change."

"Who’s possessive?" Reynold muttered, looking away, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. "I’m just protecting what’s mine."

"Of course, baby," Frederick murmured, kissing the top of his head before turning back toward the wardrobe.

A moment later, Frederick stepped out wearing a striking burgundy pinstripe suit. The jacket featured an elegant double-breasted design with bold white trim and white buttons. Beneath it, he wore a crisp white dress shirt with an open collar, complemented by a white pocket square. Matching white trousers and polished white leather boots with black detailing completed the look. The suit fitted his broad shoulders and tall frame perfectly, giving him an effortlessly sophisticated, commanding appearance.

Reynold’s eyes travelled up and down his frame before he nodded in satisfaction. "Now this is perfect. You look like a proper CEO, a perfect gentleman, and very much like a man who’s taken."

Frederick smiled and stepped closer, wrapping an arm securely around Reynold’s waist. "And you look like someone who belongs entirely to me."

Reynold beamed, his earlier possessiveness melting away. "Alright," Frederick said softly. "Let’s go."

They picked up their phones and, with their hands clasped together, left the master suite. They descended the grand marble staircase and made their way toward the estate’s main entrance.

Outside, two sleek black luxury vehicles were waiting: Frederick’s private armored sedan and a security SUV positioned directly behind it.

The personal driver and bodyguards immediately stood at attention, greeting the couple with polite bows as they approached.

"Good morning, sir. Good morning, Mr. Blake."

"Good morning," Reynold replied pleasantly.

The driver stepped forward and opened the rear door of the sedan. Frederick guided Reynold inside first, waiting until his fiancé was comfortably settled before sliding in beside him. The driver gently closed the door, walked around to the other side, and took his place behind the wheel. Meanwhile, the security team climbed into the SUV.

A moment later, the estate gates glided open, and the two-car convoy pulled smoothly onto the main road.

As they drove, Reynold shifted closer to Frederick, letting his thigh rest against his while leaning toward the tinted window to watch the city pass by. Paris was already bustling with activity. The streets were lined with elegant cafés, boutique storefronts, and historic buildings, while large digital billboards displayed advertisements for luxury brands, fashion houses, and upcoming events.

Reynold watched the scenery pass, occasionally pointing out something that caught his attention. Beyond the window, the city looked as beautiful and lively as ever, making him feel even more excited about the day ahead.

Reynold watched the scenery pass, occasionally pointing out something that caught his attention. He was fascinated by the beautiful architecture, the stylish pedestrians, and the charming cafés lining the streets.

Frederick slipped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him closer against his side before pressing a kiss to his temple.

"Enjoying the view, baby?"

Reynold turned to him with a bright smile. "Very much. Paris is even more beautiful than I imagined."

Frederick smiled. "Then we’ll make sure you enjoy every bit of it today."

"How many places are we going?" Reynold asked curiously, leaning against Frederick’s shoulder.

"Probably three or four," Frederick replied.

Reynold’s face lit up. "Then we should take lots of pictures!"

"Definitely, baby," Frederick promised.

Reynold settled comfortably against Frederick’s shoulder, already excited about the places they would visit and the memories they would make. Frederick kept his hand wrapped around his, occasionally glancing at him with an affectionate smile as the car continued through the beautiful streets of Paris.

It wasn’t long before they arrived at their first destination. The driver pulled up near the Eiffel Tower, bringing the car to a gentle stop.

One of the bodyguards stepped forward and opened the rear door. Frederick stepped out first, then turned and offered Reynold his hand.

Reynold took it and stepped onto the pavement. The moment he looked up at the towering iron structure against the clear blue sky, his lips parted in awe.

"It’s breathtaking here, Frederick..."

Frederick chuckled at the wonder on his fiancé’s face. Reynold was so excited that he could hardly stand still. He hurried ahead, eager to explore, while Frederick followed with an unusually carefree smile. For once, the usually composed CEO seemed just as happy to leave his serious demeanor behind and enjoy the day.

They strolled through the Champ de Mars gardens, admiring the beautiful scenery and enjoying the magnificent view of the Eiffel Tower. Before long, they decided to take some pictures together. One of Frederick’s bodyguards offered to help, taking their phones and capturing several shots of the couple.

Reynold was particular about how they posed. He instructed Frederick where to stand, how to position his hands, and when to smile. Sometimes, he would step closer to Frederick and adjust his posture before returning to his position for another picture.

After taking several couple photos, Reynold stepped back and collected his phone from the bodyguard.

"Thank you. I’ll take it from here," he said with a cheerful smile.

Turning to Frederick, he raised his phone and pointed toward a spot near the flowerbeds.

"Stand right there, Daddy!"