CHAPTER 182: YOU’VE GOT A BONER.

Scoffed.

Augustine couldn’t help but scoff, rolling his eyes with playful sarcasm.

"Come on, let’s order already," he purred, brushing off the question.

Charles narrowed his eyes, sneering slightly as he fixed Augustine with a hard stare. "Babe... are you seriously ignoring my question right now?"

"Come on, pookie... you really don’t have to ask me something like that," Augustine replied with a nonchalant shrug. "Besides, let’s talk—maybe over dinner?" he added, his voice laced with charm.

Charles sighed. He wanted to press on with the matter, but decided to honor Augustine Wales’ request—for now.

He reached for the menu resting on the table and stared at it for a brief moment.

"Babe, what do you think is the best thing to order?" Charles asked, tilting his brows upward as he looked away from the menu and locked eyes with Augustine.

Everything in the menu seems extremely expensive so Charles wants Augustine to be the one ordering since he’s the one who’s going to pay for it instead.

Augustine picked up the menu in front of him, his eyes gliding over the luxurious list of meals the restaurant had to offer.

With a suave smile, he lifted two fingers subtly, a gesture so smooth and refined it immediately drew attention.

Almost instantly, a lady dressed in a sleek black flowery gown approached their table, a notepad and pen poised elegantly in her hands.

The lady stood with graceful poise, her elegant gown flowing effortlessly as a warm, enchanting smile played on her lips.

"Good evening, lovelies," she greeted, her voice soft and inviting as her eyes lingered briefly on Charles before shifting toward Augustine. "So, have you both decided on what you’d like to order?" she asked, her tone polite yet playfully charming.

Augustine responded with a warm nod, his tone smooth and confident. "We’ll have two plates of pasta, two plates of sushi, oysters, and—let’s top it off with two plates of steak."

"Oh, excellent! That’s such a wonderful choice," the lady praised, her smile deepening as she gracefully jotted down the order in her notebook.

"If you both will excuse me, I’ll have your meals ready in the next ten minutes," she added with a polite dip of her head before turning away.

With a graceful bow, the lady took her leave, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.

Charles gave a small nod, his eyes following her briefly before settling back on Augustine.

The moment she was out of sight, Charles exhaled deeply and leaned forward slightly. "Boo," he purred, his voice low and teasing, instantly capturing Augustine’s attention.

"Yeah?"

Charles breathed out softly. "I love you," he whispered, reaching across the dining table, his fingers gently seeking Augustine’s hand which was resting slightly on the table.

Without hesitation, Augustine extended his hand, letting their fingers meet and intertwine with that of Charles in a quiet.

Their fingers intertwined, eyes locked in a silent embrace as the soft melody from the piano filled the background with warmth and calm.

Moments later, Augustine exhaled deeply, his gaze softening. "Pookie, I love you more than you can ever imagine," he purred, gently stroking Charles’s hand with his thumb.

Shortly after, the young lady from earlier returned to their table, accompanied by three sharply dressed male waiters in sleek black three-piece suits.

Each waiter held a polished silver tray with one hand, raised elegantly to shoulder level, while the other hand rested neatly behind their back, exuding grace and professionalism.

Charles and Augustine slowly withdrew their hands from the table as the young lady gracefully stepped aside, allowing the waiters to place the exquisite dishes before them.

The waiters moved with synchronized precision, setting down the plates of pasta, sushi, oysters, and steaks, each dish artfully arranged.

Once they had completed their task, they gently lifted the empty trays and, with a polite nod, excused themselves from the table.

"If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask." The lady said with her soft professional voice. "And I wish you both a lovely dinner." She added.

With that, she bowed slightly and gracefully excused herself, leaving Charles and Augustine in the quiet intimacy of their own space.

"Woah! This is really a lot," Charles whispered, his eyes wide as he scanned the extravagant meals laid out before him.

Augustine scoffed lightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "If we’re determined to eat... finishing all this will be a breeze." He playfully stated, his tone teasing but full of confidence.

Charles let out a soft laugh, the sound warm and genuine. "You always make everything sound so effortless," he replied, his gaze lingering on Augustine for a moment longer than necessary.

A minute later, he shifted his gaze back to the meal.

Charles drew in a deep breath, his fingers curling around the golden fork that glimmered under the soft light of the chandelier.

He carefully positioned the plate of pasta in front of him, his eyes fixed on the rich sauce before him.

"Thanks for the meal, babe," Charles purred, his voice smooth and appreciative.

Without waiting for Augustine’s reply, he dove into the meal with a hunger that seemed to go beyond just food.

His movements were quick, as if each bite might disappear before he could truly savor it.

"Gush! You’re cute," Augustine whispered, his voice low and playful as he grabbed his fork, shifting his gaze to his own meal.

"You’re sexy," Charles shot back, matching Augustine’s energy, his words dripping with equal playfulness.

Charles continued eating, each bite deliberate but filled with a certain intensity.

Soon, the plate was nearly empty, the remnants of pasta left were a mere fraction of what had once been a full meal.

Charles grabbed the glass cup on the table and swiftly began to drink from it.

The cold water slipped down his throat as he kept the glass cup back on the table before rolling his tongue beneath his lower lip, the motion deliberate and almost teasing.

"Pookie... we’re in public," Augustine warned with a playful tone. "Don’t do anything to seduce me."

Charles chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned back, eyes locked on Augustine. "Don’t tell me that just the way I’m running my tongue on my lips is seducing you right here and right now?"

"Pfft!" Augustine breathed out, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he pushed his chair back and rose from his seat, his movements slow and deliberate.

Charles raised an eyebrow, his gaze following Augustine. "Babe, where are you going to?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

The sudden shift in Augustine’s posture, the way he stood, sent a jolt of attention running through Charles.

Augustine drew in a deep, slow breath as he closed the distance between himself and Charles.

Standing beside Charles, Augustine’s hands, warm yet steady, cupped Charles’s chin, his cold fingertips sending a spark up Charles’s spine.

The moment Augustine fingers caressed the skin on Charles skin, he instantly felt as though time had momentarily suspended.

With a teasing glint in Augustine’s eyes, he leaned in, his face inches from Charles’s.

Slowly, he slid his tongue out of his own lips before trailing it gently over Charles’s lips, wiping away the lingering pasta sauce.

The contact, soft yet electric, left a lingering warmth.

Charles’s breath caught in his throat, his wide eyes locked onto Augustine’s, unable to look away as the moment intensified.

Every second stretched out as Augustine’s tongue moved with slow precision, tracing the outline of Charles’s lips like savoring the sweetness of a treat, each touch sending an electric current through Charles’s body.

With a gentle, firm hand on Charles’s chin, Augustine held him in place, ensuring he couldn’t pull away.

The intensity of the moment felt as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them, their breaths and heartbeats syncing in the stillness of their shared gaze.

Charles’s grip tightened around the edge of his seat, his knuckles pale, as he fought to keep himself composed, though his body betrayed him with every fleeting touch.

His eyes fluttered closed as the music in the background fade away in the ears of Charles and likewise the chattering. All that he could focused on was Augustine and the blissful sensation that his touch and tongue was igniting.

Then, Charles’s lips opened up on their own as they gradually split halfway, causing Augustine’s tongue, which had been roaming Charles’ lips, to plunge into his mouth.

His tongue traced the contours of Charles’s mouth, savoring the lingering taste, before slowly pulling back.

He stare at Charles with a smile before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Charles’s mouth, sending a shiver down his spine.

*Chuckle*

Augustine chuckled slightly as he leaned away. "There are so many people here," he whispered, walking back to his chair and taking his seat.

He swallowed hard, the movement of his Adam’s apple obvious, and a devilish smirk curled on his lips as he watched as Charles fluttered his eyes open.

"Umm, Pookie, I think you need to use the bathroom... you’ve got a boner," he said, eyeing Charles with playful delight.