Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
The asshole just grins as I shake my head. “I hate you.”
“I know,” he says, taking my hands.
“You said you’d wait until after I finish law school,” I tell him.
He shakes his head, his eyes sparkling with joy. “No, you said I should wait until you finished law school, and I specifically remember telling you to get fucked.”
“But—”
“Don’t even try it,” he says, cutting me off. “I’ve waited four years to be able to call you my wife. I’m not waiting any longer, Bri.” Tears well in my eyes as I watch him get down on one knee in front of the whole world. “The second I met you, you intrigued me. You came at me with that fiery attitude, and despite how badly I wanted to despise you, you just kept reeling me in. I fell hard for you, Brielle Ashford. You’ve been my whole fucking world since senior year, but it’s not enough. No amount of time with you will ever be enough. I want to build a life with you, build a home and a family. I want babies with your gorgeous bright blue eyes running around our home, jumping in our bed, and filling it with laughter and happiness, but I don’t want any of it if I can’t have you.” He pauses, pulling out a ring and holding it out to me. “Put me out of my misery, Killer. Let me make you my wife.”
My tears spill down my cheeks as a wide smile stretches across my face. “Would it be a dick move to say no in front of all these people?”
“You wouldn’t dream of it,” he tells me.
“You’re right,” I laugh, throwing myself at him, crashing into his arms with everything I’ve got, my momentum sending us tumbling to the ground. He holds me tight, his arms wrapped around me as I meet his stare. I brush my lips to his, kissing him deeply as the crowd cheers for us.
I pull back, elation pumping through my veins. “Becoming your wife would make me the happiest girl in the world.”
TANNER
EIGHT YEARS LATER
“Holy shit,” my six-year-old son says from his bedroom down the hall, making Bri’s eyes widen in horror, her gaze flicking to mine as she cradles our newborn daughter, Eleanor, in her arms. “The tooth fairy gave me three hundred bucks.”
Nah, that couldn’t be right. I know I was hitting the beers pretty hard with the boys last night, but there’s no way I would have fucked it up that bad. “Are you sure, buddy?” I call, quickly grabbing my wallet off my bedside table and peeking inside as I hear him barreling down the hall, sounding like a herd of fucking elephants.
“What did you do?” Brielle laughs, shaking her head just as I realize there’s a big wad of cash missing from my wallet.
“Ooooh, shit. The tooth fairy had a little too much to drink,” I tell her just as Asher bursts through the door, the cash held tightly between his fingers.
He flies across our room before launching himself into the air and crashing down on the end of our bed, prompting Bri to grip Ellie just a little tighter. After all, Asher is about as wild as they come, and it wouldn’t be the first time he came bolting into our room, only to end up in the hospital ten minutes later getting stitches. “I’M RICH!” he booms, filled with laughter. “I’M THE RICHEST KID IN THE WORLD.”
His noise has Ellie detaching from Bri’s nipple, letting a stream of breastmilk shoot across the bed. “Oh shit,” she gasps, nearly squirting the baby in the eye, her casual use of the word shit making Asher burst into another round of uncontrollable laughter.
I take Ellie, curling her into my arms as Bri gets herself cleaned up and not a moment later, Asher slides in between us. “Hey,” Bri says, a wide smile across her face as she tickles Ash. “That’s my spot.”
“You snooze, you lose,” he tells her, trying to keep a straight face but laughing as Bri’s tickles get too hard to avoid.
I can’t help but hold my hand out for a high five. “My man,” I tell him as his little hand whips across at lightning speed to connect with mine.
What can I say? I’ve never been so proud. He’s the perfect little clone, right down to the smartass attitude. I don’t doubt in another six years, he’ll be giving us both hell.
Bri rolls her eyes while shaking her head. “Did you really have to teach him that?”
“Don’t look at me,” I argue, watching the way her arm slips around Asher’s back and he absent-mindedly snuggles into her side. “You’ve got no one to blame but yourself for that shit.” I see the argument in her eyes and shake my head. “Don’t even think about it, Killer. You know I’m right.”