Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Well, I know it’s not for his charm. I get it. Sex will make us all do crazy things—”
“Mindy.”
“What? I’m just saying.”
“Look who’s talking. I didn’t see you put up a fight when Tate asked you to move into his place.”
Dammit, she wins there. “He has a fancy big TV with HD and shit. It’s like watching those housewives slap each other in real life.” Who would have thought Tate is actually well off himself? I quickly learned from his ritzy condo and toys being a guard dog pays very well.
“Sure, and nothing to do with the job promotion?”
“Minor details. I barely even remember what job he took.” Which is also a fat lie. Along with the proposal to move in with him, Tate came home and put an offer on the table I couldn’t refuse.
“You want me to move in.”
“Yes.”
“Here.”
“Thought that part was obvious.”
“You and me, like, living together?”
“It’s what two people do when they move in together. Amongst other things.”
“Such as? May need some examples.”
“If we live together, you’ll be close at all times. Makes it easier for me to eat your pussy whenever I please.”
Wow, going straight to the core. Literally. “Eh, what else?”
“Community shower. I’d take the work off your shoulders. Wash your hair, your body. But I’ll warn you, after getting you all clean, there’s a strong chance I’ll make you dirty again.”
It’s impossible to hide my blush. “I mean, I do believe in conserving water. But meh, what else?”
He drops an envelope on the table. “What’s that?”
“Open it.”
“What, did you sign me for that singles reality show? I was totally kidding about that.”
“Open it.”
“So, no reality show? Damn. Oh, well. I’m starting classes next month, anyway. I wonder if they cast me, though—”
“Just open it, Minds.” I huff, take the envelope out, and unfold the paper. My eyes widen as I finish reading the second paragraph and look up at him. “I’m about to make this official.”
“Being girlfriend and boyfriend isn’t official?”
“Not enough for me, babe. I want all of you.”
“So, you bought a company?”
“I bought a future. Craig is offering me a stake in his business. Giving me free rein. I can hire staff and manage them, which takes me out of the field. Out of danger, as you put it.”
My lips slowly part. “You’re quitting your guard dog duties?”
“Yeah. I don’t want to leave to protect someone else when all I want to do is protect you. Move in with me, and I’ll accept Craig’s offer, and you’ll be my only priority.”
“Let me get this straight.” Because my head is spinning. “You want me to move in with you. And if I do, you will stop doing all the dangerous stuff you do so you don’t risk your life and just be the brains behind all the dangerous stuff because you just want me to be your roommate again?”
“No, babe. That’s not enough for me either. I want all of you.” I miss the movement of his hand when it disappears into his back pocket and returns holding a little black box. My jaw hits the floor, scraping the ground.
“Jesus Christ. Wh—What are you doing?”
“Making you mine.” He bends. “Life isn’t always guaranteed. And it passes by too fast. I’m done letting it pass me by. I want things. A future. A family. I want to spend forever making you laugh, mad, cry, orgasm. Fuck, I want it all. I gave up the first half of my life because I didn’t think I deserved happiness. To be loved. That shit changed the moment you walked into my life.”
Holy fuck. A tear slides down my cheek.
“You’ve shown me that I matter. I’ve never had that. Felt what it’s like to know someone gives a shit about you. And now that I know how damn good it feels, I ain’t ever lettin’ it go. Marry me, Minds. Let me make you mine. And you make me yours.”
Shit, shit, shit! My heart hammers against my chest. My hands shake, and I’m not sure I can even find my voice to answer. When I do, I ask, “Can I choose my side of the closet?”
The way he looked at me had a delirious giggle escape. When I pulled myself together seconds later, I put the poor man out of his misery and jumped him. Good thing he’s a giant because he cushioned our fall when I knocked him to the ground. I kissed every inch of his face, his lips, and told him hell yeah, I’d marry him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Fay says, waving me off. “I’ll just assume it had nothing to do with the large rock on your finger, either.” I glance at my ring finger. “Did I ever mention what a lovely stone he picked out?”
Fay is holding in her laugh. I may have tried to convince her fiancé to buy her a pink diamond because it’s her favorite color. “Joke’s on you. Pink is my favorite color.”