Later on in the night, Julian and I finally make our way to the tables where all the items were being auctioned off. When I look at the papers, I see huge numbers on some of the items, some of them even being in the millions. I know that once I marry Julian, I will be rich as well, but I don't think I will ever get used to having money. I mean, just a year and a half ago, I didn't even know if I would be able to keep my apartment and now I live in a gorgeous house with my fiance.

"What're you going to bid on?" I ask Julian as he looks at all the things. There were trips being sold, some very popular art pieces, some designer clothes, even a boat, and a car were being auctioned off. I knew he would probably go for the trips and art pieces since that would be the most fun things to get because he could easily buy clothes or even a boat or a car. I mean, just three months ago, he randomly showed up at home with a new car for me because my old one had been needing to go to the shop much more than we were expecting. He could easily buy a car or a boat.

"I'll probably do a few of the trips. I mean, we could use this for our honeymoon, right?" He said with a shrug of the shoulders as he leans down to write on one of the clipboards for a trip to Bora Bora. I don't even want to see the number he was writing, so I focus more on one of the paintings that sat on the table. It was an abstract piece that vaguely reminded me of a naked woman, but maybe that's just my mind being weird.

"We're going on a honeymoon?" I ask, noticing that he's never even mentioned what was going to happen after we were married. The only thing I knew was that he wanted us to have the same last name, so I decided that I was going to change all my stuff for him. I knew he was excited about that because he had been teasing me for months about becoming Miles Caldwell and I honestly couldn't wait.

Julian looks up at me with a look saying you're kidding, right? to my previous question. He sets the pen down on the clipboard again before coming over to wrap his arm around my waist. "Of course we're going on a honeymoon. We're getting married, Miles, so we're definitely going to celebrate wherever you wanna go."

"Wherever I want to go? No, we'll decide together. That's what this whole thing is, Julian. Compromise, so we'll start there. We'll both choose the place," I tell him because if he was going to be spending all that money to take me somewhere, I wanted him to have a say in it as well.

"But my spoiled baby deserves whatever his heart desires," he tells me, making me chuckle and slap his chest. Everyone that knows me calls me spoiled, even though I don't even ask for things! Julian is just very selfless and buys me things that he thinks I'll like.

"All I want is to be with you, which we will be wherever we go, right? So let's pick a destination together. Maybe Hawaii? You've told me you love it there," I suggest, but when I look up at his face, I know that that wasn't a good idea. He's looking at me like I'm crazy and I just chuckle as he leans down to write down more bids on a painting that I couldn't necessarily tell what it was.

"We're going on our honeymoon, Miles. We're definitely leaving the states when we do. This will be your first time leaving the country, right? I want to show you the world, so let's start once we're married," he tells me before standing up from writing a bid on the item before linking arms with me and ushering me to look at the other stuff.

"Fine, but we're going to go to Hawaii at some point, right?" I ask.

He chuckles, looking down at me with a big smile. "Of course we will. Now, let's focus on other things. What do you want to bid on, baby?"

I look up at him with a confused look because it's not like my money would even pay for half of the things here. Julian gave me a budget (which I made him do) of $2,000 even though I definitely wanted it to be way less than that. When I was living with my teacher salary, I had about, maybe, $100 to spend on myself and now I have so much more than that. I barely spend any of it just because I just feel bad that I'm not contributing to the household. I come back to real life to Julian poking my side and I look up to see him looking at me with an amused look.

"Where'd you go?" He asks with a chuckle, referring to what I was thinking about.

"Oh, nothing, but, uh, I'm not bidding on anything. I only have 2,000 dollars, remember? I don't think I could outbid anyone here with just that," I tell him, noticing how his look changes to one of amusement to one of exasperation. He lets out a sigh before stopping us from walking to turn towards me.

"Miles, look, you have to get over the whole money thing. You're about to be my husband, you know? My partner? You're about to be rich, so you need to get used to it. I don't give a fuck if you go over your budget or whatever you call it because I have way too much money to even notice. As long as you're not making any big purchases without telling me, I don't care what you buy. You took over my non-profit for me, which means you're already helping me immensely and-" he starts.

"Yeah, but I'm not contributing to our-" I start, but he interrupts me by placing his finger over my lips before looking down at me with a very serious look that I knew I shouldn't argue with.

"That's bullshit and you know it. You're contributing to our household or whatever because you took away one of my stresses for me. You're running Home Our Community with me, which means you are working. And even if you weren't working, I wouldn't care because we're getting married, baby. Whatever's mine is yours, okay? I don't care about all that shit about how you need to be bringing something into the home to get something back. I don't give a fuck about that," he tells me, running his hands up-and-down my biceps.

"I just feel bad," I admit, looking down at the floor as I rub my hands together.

"I know you do, but you don't have to," he tells me before leaning down to whisper into my ear. "you already know that I'm a billionaire, so I think we have enough money."

I chuckle as he pulls away to give me a smirk before pulling me to continue walking through the tables at all the auction items. My eyes immediately recognize a bunch of PRES items that were going up to auction as one item and I point at it to get Julian's attention. "You donated that?"

He nods his head when he sees the items. "Yeah, it's the least I could do."

I nod my head before continuing to move around the tables until my eyes land on a huge canvas that showed a bunch of random paint strokes that consisted of darker tones along with a few blotches of bright colors here and there. I looked at it for a few moments before realizing that it resembled a crowd of people a bit from a bird's eye view and I instantly wanted it because it really made you think about what you see. Julian noticed me looking, so he stopped before glancing at the painting for himself.

"You want to bid on this? It would look good in your office," he tells me.

"Yeah, I do," I tell him, taking the first step to understand that in just a few months I would become Miles Caldwell and I would be just as rich as my husband. I still wasn't happy that he paid for everything because I couldn't, but I was also extremely grateful for all that he's done for me, so I could learn to live with it. I don't think I would ever make any huge purchases without him being with me, but you never know. Things can change.

Julian smiles at me before writing down a bid for me since I had no idea what the hell I would be doing if I did it myself. A few moments after that, I feel arms wrap around my waist and I look down to see female arms touching me and when I see the rose gold diamond engagement ring, I know exactly who it is. I chuckle before turning around to hug Andrea to myself. "Hi, Miles!"

"Hi, Andrea, I feel like it's been forever since I saw you," I tell her before pulling away to look at the beautiful dress that she wore. The top part of the gown was a mesh material covered in little diamonds. She wore a black tank top thing to cover her breasts and it gave her a sense of confidence with how it looked underneath the mesh. The bottom of the dress had a slit on the left side to reveal her smooth legs along with her sparkly heels that she wore.

"I know, I'm so sorry I had to skip support group last Thursday at the center. I just had to go to this Stigma presentation because we were down a few staff members and I didn't want anyone to fuck anything up," she informed me as she reaches up to move some of my hair out of my face.

"Don't worry about it. We got everything figured out," I tell her as Julian comes back over to pull her into a hug. I shake Matthias's hand, her fiance, and look at his attire, which was just a normal black and white suit that looked amazing on his muscular frame. He also looked extremely tired, which made sense because he was a general surgeon and he was probably busy 24/7.

"Oh, look how amazing you look!" Andrea says as she checks out my fiance once they pull away from their hug. I gotta say, she was completely right. Julian did look absolutely gorgeous and I couldn't wait until we got home so I could pull all his clothes off and see something even better if you know what I mean. Before I could think too much about that, I hear a tapping through a microphone and look up to see a woman standing up on the stage that was empty a few minutes ago. She held a glass of wine in her hand and then instructed everyone that dinner would be starting shortly and we should take our seats.

I feel a hand slip into mine and I look up to see Julian standing next to me before he pulls me over to a table that already sat Ivy, Jonah, Nina, and Colton along with some other people that I didn't recognize. When I see my sister, she looks happy as she talks to Jonah and Nina. I smile as I look over at Julian, who was talking to an attractive man that looked a bit older than him with slightly gray hair that was mixed with dark brown. He wore a tan suit with a black tie that looked very handsome on him. There was a man sitting next to him with his arm linked in his and he was absolutely gorgeous. His dark skin makes his light blue eyes pop along with the blue button-up shirt that he wore underneath his gray suit.

After a few minutes, servers start putting plates on the tables in front of each person. I'm immediately assaulted by all of the amazing scents that the food brings and I'm grateful that I decided not to eat before coming here. But all my happy emotions die down when I look up and see a crowd forming of servers behind Ivy's seat since that was where they had to walk to get to other tables. I notice Jonah whispering things to her to try and calm her down, but I knew that wouldn't help, so I stood up as quick as possible. I notice that Julian caught my chair before it could fall as he watched me, but I didn't focus on him as I grabbed my sister's hand and pulled her up from her chair.

I wrap my arm around her shoulder as I start to walk towards the hallways that held the bathrooms. I knew that a bunch of people were staring at us in utter disgust because it was apparently "improper etiquette" to get up while dinner's being served, but I didn't give a fuck right now. I could hear my sister's breathing becoming erratic beside me, so I picked up my speed, knowing that all the noises coming from the ballroom were just making it worse for her.

When I got into the hallway that was practically empty, she collapses into my arms and I lightly set her on the ground as I keep my arms surrounding her. She buries her face into her hands and I realize that her panic was pretty bad right now, telling me that she was probably freaking out for a while before it got like this. I run my hand through the strands of her hair as I start to whisper things into her ear in the soothest voice I could muster up.

After a few more moments of that, I hear footsteps behind me and I almost turn around to snap at whoever it was to leave us along, but I don't when I recognize the two men coming up. They were the two guys that Julian was talking to at our table and I start to realize that the white man was someone I recognized, but I couldn't put my finger onto who he was.

"Hi," he says in a soft voice before he kneels next to my sister. He looks up at me with a smile before glancing back at her, who was starting to shake even worse than she usually does. I knew this was a bad idea to bring her here because I usually freak out being at events like these, so I should've told her and Jonah to just skip it, but I was an idiot and didn't. I get brought out of my thoughts by the man talking to me. "does she like to be touched when she's having a panic attack?"

I nod my head, noticing that Ivy did the same against my chest. "Yeah, she likes to be tightly held."

"May I then?" He asks, motioning to let him take over the position I was in, but I shook my head because I didn't know who this man was. He could just make it worse and that's not something either Ivy or I needed at the moment. The man nods his head before letting out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry, that's a little weird. I'm George Brock. I think Julian told you about me."

I almost facepalm myself because I should've remembered that this man was the owner of Well Sessions. He was the one that bought the company from Julian years ago because he loved what he had created. I knew I recognized him from something, but I've never had the chance to meet him because I was always busy whenever he and Julian did stuff together. Before I could say anything, Ivy's soft voice is heard from against my chest. "It's okay."

I look at her in surprise but decide to listen to her and let George take over. I notice that he holds her tighter than I previously was before starting to tell her things and realize that he's a psychiatrist and knows what he's doing. I stand up, but don't move too far away because I didn't want her to freak out if I did. The other man with the beautiful blue eyes reaches his hand out to shake, which I gladly do. "I'm Simba Brock, George's husband. It's great to meet you, Miles. We heard great things about you from Julian."

I notice the slight accent in his speaking and smile, feeling that it's very calming to hear. "It's so great to meet you too. I apologize, but my idiot fiance hasn't mentioned you. I had no idea that George was even gay."

Simba nods with a chuckle as he looks down at his husband still helping out my sister. "Oh, don't worry. Julian has not known me long. I just got my green card. I used to be working all day and barely saw my husband. It's usual that he has not spoke of me."

"Oh, you just got your green card? Where are you from?" I ask him.

"South Africa. George and I met there. He came to visit with his family. He ended up staying to spend time. Our relationship went from there," he tells me and I smile with a nod of the head. Before I could say anything further, George stands up with his arm wrapped around Ivy's shoulder, who looked considerably better than a few minutes ago.

"If you don't mind," George starts, looking at me. "I would love to take her on a walk outside for some fresh air until she feels completely up for going back in. I'll probably grab her some water or something, but, only if you have no problems with that."

Ivy looks up at me with a smile, nodding her head when she sees my worried expression. "It's okay, Mila. I met Mr. Brock when I went to therapy one time, you don't need to worry."

I'm hesitant, but I nod my head. "Okay, do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I'm okay," is all she says before she lets George escort her outside. I don't know why I'm surprised, I mean, she goes to therapy every week. Of course, she must've met him at least once since she's been there for two years, but I'm shocked that he was just okay with leaving the event like that. I look up to notice that it's just Simba and me. He watches his husband retreat before motioning that he would follow me back into the ballroom.

"So how long have you and George been married?" I ask him as we take the long walk back to our table. I look over at him to see him thinking about my question.

"Almost three years," he tells me.

I chuckle. "Is married life as crazy as everyone makes it seem?"

He chuckles back, probably noticing my nervous tone as he claps me on the back. "I do not think you have anything to worry about, Miles. Julian is a good man, but your question, marriage can be crazy, yes. But George is very good when it comes to it. I think Julian is too."

"Yeah, he is. I guess I'm just a bit nervous that something will happen or something," I tell him. He nods his head, clapping me on the back again as he thinks about something that puts a perplexed look on his face like he's trying to answer a hard math problem.

"George and me almost broke up before we got married. He cheated on me, but I forgived him. I love him and I would do it again if it happens again. Marriage is a lot of work, but it is worth it. I think you will see that soon," he tells me and I go to say something but notice that we're a few feet from the table and I don't want to say anything with Julian right there. Instead of responding to Simba, I lean down and place a kiss on my fiance's lips.

"Where's Ivy?" Jonah demands before I can even sit down.

"She's okay, she'll be back in a little bit," I tell him as I sit down in my chair before grabbing my champagne glass and taking a large sip as Julian sets his hand on my thigh before placing a kiss on my cheek.

"You met George?" He asks.

"Yeah and thanks for telling me that that's who he was," I say with a flat look, making him chuckle. He takes a bite of his salad before looking over at me with a cute smile.

"I was going to introduce you, but then you flung your chair back, so I didn't really have time. But, yeah, that's George. He was very excited to meet you and even more excited to see Ivy here. I knew that they've met before and I probably should've mentioned that," he says before grabbing my fork before putting it into my hands to tell me to eat.

"Yeah, you probably should've mentioned that," I tell him with a small chuckle before joining the conversation with Simba and Andrea, who were talking about some business stuff that I could actually understand now.

Once the event was over, Julian and I stand out in the cold as we wait for the valet to bring up our car. There were a few men standing behind us with multiple paintings that we got from the silent auction, waiting to be able to put them in the backseat of our vehicle. When the valet shows back up, Julian opens up the back door for the men while I hurry into my seat since I was practically a popsicle at this point with how cold it was.

I knew that I was a bit tipsy, or maybe I'm a bit drunk, from all the champagne and wine I drank because like I've said, I'm not the best with crowds. I don't think Julian even noticed because he was so busy talking with his investors and our friends. I just hoped that I stayed calm enough to not show that I might've drunk a bit too much than I intended too.

I was still a bit worried about Ivy, but I saw her to the car with Jonah and she seemed perfectly fine, so I didn't worry much. I know her boyfriend was freaking out and almost had a heart attack when he saw her once she got back to dinner with George, but I've learned that he's a bit overdramatic when it came to my sister, not that I minded. She needed someone that really cared about her.

I look up when I hear the driver's door opening to see Julian getting in before looking over to me with the cutest smile. My head gets blurry when I move it too fast, but I regain my balance quickly. I reach over, running my hand over my fiance's shoulder as he puts the car in drive and leaves the event. He glances over at me for a second as I just stare at his beauty. Over the past two years of being with him, I've realized that he's literally the definition of gorgeous and so much more than that. No matter what he's wearing or what he's doing, he'll always be the most good-looking man on the planet.

"Why're you staring at me?" He asks after a bit.

"You're pretty," I tell him, having to focus on what I was saying to not slur my words. He glances at me with an amused expression before turning back to the road. He takes one hand off the wheel to hold my hand and I hum in appreciation as I look up at the stoplight we were stopping at.

"I'm pretty?" He asks, obviously amused as he looks at me.

I giggle a bit, hiding it as a cough. I realize that more alcohol was starting to settle into my blood because of the last glass of champagne that I downed before we left. "You're way more than pretty, baby. You're gorgeous and beautiful and handsome and-"

"Baby," he states simply with a confused expression.

"Hm?" I ask, starting to play with his fingers of the hand that was still holding mine. My head falls back to hit the headrest when he presses on the gas when the light turns green before I recover quickly.

"You called me baby. You don't call me things like that," he says, even more confused. He was right, I don't call him little pet names as he does with me. I call him Julian or my fiance, but that was about it. I don't even know if he would want me to call him those things, it's not like I've ever asked or anything.

"Do you not like it?" I whisper, starting to feel my lip tremble for some reason as I look at him. I think he heard my shaky voice because he glances at me for a second. His face turns to worry as he looks from the road to me before he tightens his grip on my hand.

"No, beautiful, I don't know if I like it or not. It's just a bit strange, that's all," he says as I hastily wipe at my eyes. I don't know why my emotions were going everywhere, but I was assuming it had a little bit to do with the alcohol. I knew that I was a very emotional drunk, so it would make sense. I turned my attention to his hand in mine instead of trying to understand why I was being such a baby right now.

I smirk a bit as I brought his hand up to my mouth to place light kisses on the back of it. Julian hums with affection when he feels my lips against his skin and before I could even think, I flip his hand over before taking his middle finger in my mouth. I knew I had shocked him by the way he froze in his seat and I glance over as we stop at another stoplight. I bat my eyelashes at him to give him a look of innocence, but he lets out a chuckle, knowing that I was the furthest thing from innocent.

I moan around his finger, swirling my tongue around it to coat it with my saliva. I sat up a bit in my seat before leaning over the center console as he pulls away from the intersection towards our home. I make an impulsive decision as I settle my hand in between his legs on his crotch. He gasps before whipping his head to look at me with shock and I was glad for the alcohol in my system because I would've never done this if it wasn't for that.

I continue to suck his finger as I palm his cock through his dress pants. He clears his throat as he adjusts in his seat, probably trying to find a way to tell me to politely get away. When I don't make any indication of moving, he glances at me with an exasperated look and I giggle again, covering it with a cough. I drop his finger from my mouth and he pulls it away instantly to settle it on the steering wheel. I move closer to him, using both of my hands to start unbuttoning his pants, making him gasp again. "Miles, what the hell has gotten into you?"

"Alcohol," is all I whisper. He looks confused for a second before his face turns to one of realization. Before he could say anything, my hand meets his cock and he freezes, slowing the car down in case he accidentally swerved or anything.

"Oh, my god, are you drunk?" He asks, his tone shining a bit with anger, but when I run my hand up his growing dick, that fades away as lust starts to settle in. I bite my lip as I move forward, my seat belt straining against my body a bit to keep me from going any further. I groan as I just want my lips wrapped around his cock, but that wasn't going to happen with this stupid contraption holding me in place.

"I'm drunk and I'm horny and I want to suck you off," I tell him and I can clearly hear the whine in my own voice as I remove my hands from off of him to go to my seatbelt. I try to press the button to release the clasp, but Julian reaches over to grab my hands.

"Miles, I'm driving. You keep that on until the car is stopped," he tells me, his tone one that I didn't even think of arguing with. I cross my arms with a huff as I look out the window. I notice that he tucks his dick back into his pants, but doesn't make any move to button them up. I stare out of the car window, feeling the tension rising in the car as my anger starts to get worse. I just wanted his dick, was that too much to ask?

We sit there in silence for a few minutes and I take a risk, glancing over at him. I see that he's still watching the road, but he was taking deep breaths to probably get rid of his half erection. I let out another huff, just to make it more clear that I was upset, in case he didn't get it the first time. Julian chuckles a bit, fueling my annoyance even further. I smirk when I look at the road in front of us to see a stoplight that had just turned yellow. I wait until he presses the brake firmly and the car halts to a stop and I make my move. I mean, the car was stopped, which is what he said I had to wait for.

I quickly move to unbuckle my seatbelt before throwing myself over the center console to line my mouth up with his groin. Before he could react, I pull him out of his pants again and stick the tip in my mouth, letting out a moan at the feel of his hard organ. "Miles! What're you doing?"

I pull off of his cock to glance up at him with a devious look. "You said to keep my seatbelt on until the car was stopped. The car's stopped."

"Oh, my god, you're gonna be the death of me," he says with exasperation as I lower my mouth on him again. I moan around him, making sure to stick my ass out as I sit up on my knees, just to show him how eager I really am. I hear him chuckle a bit as he presses on the gas pedal to try and get home as quickly as possible without speeding.

I continue moving my lips around him, knowing what my limits were as I take him even further down my throat. I feel myself growing inside my pants as Julian reaches out and places a quick slap to my ass before focusing back on his driving. I let my hand reach up to run over his chest, making him readjust in his seat with a sigh as he starts to get even more turned on. I knew that this really wasn't a good idea since it was very dangerous and I was also very drunk, meaning that this could turn bad very quick.

And I was completely right because just a few minutes later of running my tongue over his dick, I can feel my head becoming dizzier along with my stomach starting to ache from all the alcohol I had consumed. I pull off of him with a whine when I accidentally take too much of him down my throat. I sit back in my seat, trying my best to keep my bile down. I can tell that Julian was confused when he reaches over to settle his hand on my shoulder. "What's going on?"

I try not to move my head too much because I already felt terrible enough with the dizziness and nausea, but I knew that there was absolutely no way that I wouldn't throw up right now. "Pull over."

"What's wrong?" Julian asks with a worried voice, but I notice that he makes no move to stop the car. I feel my stomach turning, desperately needing to relieve myself of all the contents inside, but I was going to try my best to not do that all over my fiance's expensive car.

"Pull over!" I tell him as I lurch forward, grabbing my stomach with one hand as the vomit continues to rise up my throat, burning my entire chest. I knew that Julian got the message and he immediately turns on his hazards before parking on the side of the road. Before he could even change the gear, I'm opening up my door and leaning over the side to release my stomach contents that consisted of the amazing dinner we had eaten and alcohol.

"Oh, god, Miles," Julian says, reaching over to rub my back as I continue to throw up on the grass next to me. I could hear cars whizzing past us, but I paid no attention to them and more on feeling better. I instantly regret drinking that last glass of champagne because instead of throwing up right now, I could still have my fiance's dick in my mouth and we could be planning to fuck as soon as we got home.

"Julian," I whimper before sitting back in my seat when I knew that I was good for a few minutes. I pull the door close as I hear Julian searching through the glove compartment before I feel a soft baby wipe running over my mouth and chin. The smell assaults my nose as he continues to clean me up, but I pay no attention to it as I just try not to move too much.

"You're never drinking again," he says before sticking the baby wipe in a cup holder since there was no other place to put it. He sighs before putting the car in drive and making his way back to the house, maneuvering around any potholes or bumps for me, which I was extremely grateful for. I lay my head down on the center console before Julian uses one of his hands to run through my hair with another sigh.

"I'm sorry I ruined the night," I whisper to him.

"Don't worry about it," he says in a soft voice and I knew that he definitely would refrain from me drinking anytime soon, not that I minded. At this point, I don't think I ever even wanted to touch alcohol again.

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Just gonna point this out because I kinda feel the need to - do not try what happened in the last part of this chapter. Stay safe, boys, girls, and non-binary folks. But, anyway, hope you enjoyed it!