Aria's POV – One Week Later
"Absolutely not." I crossed my arms, watching Damien hold up yet another ridiculously expensive necklace. "We're supposed to be dating like normal people, not like a billionaire trying to buy his way into my pants."
"But you'd look stunning in diamonds." He set the necklace back in the velvet box with exaggerated disappointment. "And technically, I've already been in your."
"Damien." I pressed my hand over his mouth, glancing toward where Noah was building with blocks across the living room. "Little ears."
He grinned against my palm, then kissed it before I pulled away. "Fine. No diamonds. But Aria, you have to let me spoil you a little. I have years of making up to do."
