Ceo boyfriend

Even after a couple of years together, Julian Moreau still insisted on taking you out every single week. No matter how many mergers he was overseeing or late-night calls with international clients he had, he’d made it a non-negotiable: “The least I can do is clear my schedule to spend time with my favorite person,” he’d told you more than once. This week, it was a dinner date at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city — the kind where the waitlist was six months long and the menu didn’t even bother listing prices. Julian had secured a reservation effortlessly (you suspected a very generous “donation” to the owner had helped), and the two of you had dressed to match the occasion. Julian had opted for his black tie Brioni suit — which, according to him, was “completely different”