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Hello darlings! This one is for the amazing Kateland! Thank you for all your lovely comments, darling. I hope you love it!

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Stephone, as it turned out, was much better at parties than Hadrian was.

This was a boon, since, being the head of their financial sector, and also moderately involved with asset management, Hadrian was not popular within the company. All the same, he traded nods with Tessa, his assistant, and did his best to avoid his brothers. They were still watching, heads together and nearly-identical expressions of befuddlement on their faces. Hadrian sincerely hoped he didn’t look that stupid when he was confused.

“Aaron,” Stephone was saying, and turned her cheek up to Hadrian’s nephew for a chaste kiss. Aaron obliged with the air of a long friendship. “I haven’t seen you since my freshman year. Is Alexa here too?”

“She is, in fact,” Aaron said of his twin sister, and turned his gaze on Hadrian. His eyes widened and darted between Hadrian and Stephone incredulously. “Uncle Hadrian?”

“Hello Nephew,” Hadrian said, and immediately felt like a dirty old man. His significantly-younger girlfriend looked up at him knowingly, took his arm possessively, and turned her sweet smile on the latest of Hadrian’s family to come over. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Henrietta always puts on a good party,” Aaron said dumbly, still trying to process the fact that Hadrian had a date, and that the date was Stephone Winters, whose mother was notorious for ruling her company with an iron fist, and who made no secret of her dislike for Olympian Incorporated. “I’ve gotta-“

“No you don’t.”

The arrival was another of Zed’s children, but not Alexa. Amelia had neatly stepped into her place in the company, primarily in charge of their textiles sector, and was Hadrian’s favorite of his brother’s children. It was a surprisingly large pool to choose from, given Zed’s inability to keep his pistol in his pants, and his apparent distaste for wrapping it before it went off. Aaron and Amelia were half-siblings, but most of Zed’s children seemed to have decided that their parentage didn’t matter, and that they were all the same family.

Henrietta, of course, hated them all. Privately, Hadrian thought that was just as well. All of Henrietta’s children had rage issues. It came of having an idiot for a father and a relentless bitch for a mother.

Hadrian did his best to offer safe harbor to all of them, and rarely passed a week without at least one of his brother’s children camping out at his house to escape the madness. He presently had two of them hidden away, and noticed that both of them managed to dodge tis particular train wreck. Good for them.

“Hello Uncle,” Amelia said, her younger brother firmly captured and too fond of her to actually make her let him go. “Stephone, what a pleasure. Hadrian gave Alexa a lovely bouquet for her graduation. I should have recognized your work.”

“You’re too kind,” Stephone demurred, but she also shook Amelia’s hand firmly. “So good to ee you. Are you still teaching?”

“I’m with the company now. Textiles.”

“You always did have a special talent for that sort of thing,” Stephone said genuinely, her hand still tucked in the curve of Hadrian’s arm. He was painfully glad she was doing all the talking for both of them. He might help to run the company, but fond of them or no, he would never be socially adept. “Aaron, please give your sister a hug for me if I don’t catch her tonight. It’s been so long since we got a chance to catch up.”

“Sure,” Aaron said, still largely stunned at the sight of his friend, his younger friend, on his uncle’s arm.

Stephone ignored him and beamed up at Hadrian.

Hadrian still felt like a dirty old man, and discovered that it bothered him less than he thought it would.

“Let’s go to our table,” she suggested brightly, and stood on her toes to kiss him. Murmurs rose up around them. She ignored those as well, and Hadrian, gazed down at her, struck stupid by how much he loved this incredible woman. “Hadrian?”

“You’re amazing,” he told her softly, and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand, wondering how in the world he managed to get this lucky. “Anything you like, I’ll see it happens.”

“Well, right now I’m dodging my mother,”” she said mischievously, and made him laugh as he guided her towards their table. But I might like a dance later, if you’re amiable.”

“Anything,” Hadrian promised again, even thought she probably didn’t realize how serious he was, and smiled when she laced their fingers together. “You know we’re sharing a table with my brothers and their wives, yes?”

“Oh,” she said with a smile that was pure, excited viciousness. Hadrian felt his heart skip a beat and did his best not to swoon like a schoolgirl in front of all his employees. “I am looking forward to it.”

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Punica Granatum:

Hadrian is the overworked CFO of a major international company. Stephone runs a flower shop. As it turns out, Hadrian needs a lot of flowers.

Petals and Thorns

Tiger Lilies and Cypress

Oceans of Blue

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Green and Gold (Subscriber Only!)

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