Iris
Meanwhile, at the restaurant, Lucian and Iris had arrived and were walking to the private room that Jaxson had booked. Lucian was tall and bulky with longish black hair and tattoos, he stood out wherever he went. He was the handsome bad boy type.
Beside him was a petit, young girl. This was his beloved mate Iris. She was as different to him as night and day were. She wore a cream dress with white lace over the top. She looked like an angel standing in the arms of her devil.
Although that is how everything appeared not everything is as black and white as it would seem. He who had looked like a bad boy was indeed a doting mate. Lucian pulled out a chair for his beloved mate and sat beside her. He pulled their chairs closer together and he leaned over and kissed where he had marked her. He felt very content with her at his side. She was a lot better now than when he had first met her seven weeks ago. Their relationship had come a long way.