Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Leandro was already halfway done with the course when he found the time to look back.
She was still there.
With a curse, Leandro made a swift 180 degree turn so he could race back to the starting line. The closer he got to Bobby, the louder and faster his heartbeat became, and by the time he parked the bike a few feet away from Bobby, his heartbeat was so loud it had completely drowned out the sound of his motorcycle’s engine.
The crunch of footsteps heading towards her took some time to penetrate the cloud of misery that had enveloped Bobby. Someone was going to ask her to walk away, Bobby thought, and her grand gesture of true and undying love would be lost.
A shadow fell over her.
“Bobby.”
Her head shot up.
“L-Leandro?” Was it really him?
Slowly, he removed his helmet and it was indeed Leandro’s gorgeous face staring back at her. He loomed over her, so tall and powerful that she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes. “Where’s the ring, mégaira?”
She began to cry. Dear God, today proved to be the most embarrassing day of her life. She must have cried an ocean of tears already, she – Bobby Granger, who had always prided herself for being a tough chick.
Bobby raised her hand and showed Leandro his ring.
“Were you waiting for me all this time, mégaira?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I love you.” She lifted her tear-stained gaze to his. “And because you love me.”
Slowly, he took the ring from her hand. “You believe I love you then?”
“So much,” she told him shakily. “I believe you love me so much that I can take another risk.”
And before he knew what she was doing, she had gone down on both knees.
Leandro swore. “Bobby—-”
“Will you marry me, Leandro Christopoulos?”
Ah, dammit.
His Bobby was just like no other. When she had wanted to prove to him she loved him, she had gone to his room naked even though she was a virgin. And now, to prove that she indeed trusted him and his love, she was now publicly proposing marriage to him.
He bent down, slid the ring on her finger, and swooped her in his arms. “Yes, mégaira. I will marry you, and I’ll make sure we marry in a country where there’s no fucking divorce.” As she cried, he kissed her hard. “You won’t get away from me now.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. “I love you so much.”
He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I love you so much, mégaira, but don’t think that I will so easily let you get away with the stunt you pulled a while ago.”
REPORTERS JOSTLED AGAINST each other as they battled for the best spot to enjoy a clear shot of Leandro Christopoulos and his future wife as they held a press conference to announce their engagement.
Leandro spotted a familiar face. “Tyler Jenkins?”
Tyler paled. Oh no. What had he done again? He remembered the last time Leandro had looked at him, with a look of such cold rage on his face that Tyler still had nightmares over it. “Y-yes, s-sir?”
“You want to start the round of questions again?”
The crowd grumbled in protest, most of them muttering their complaints about how unfair it was that Leandro was playing favorites.
Leandro’s cold gaze slowly swept the crowd. The message in his gaze was clear. Complain and feel free to be escorted out of the room by my security.
Everyone shut up.
Leandro returned his attention to Tyler. “You were saying, Mr. Jenkins?”
Tyler cleared his throat. “I’d first like to congratulate you and Ms. Granger on your engagement, sir.”
Leandro looked at Bobby.
The look made Bobby want to die. Payback was hell, she thought. She took a deep breath. And then she fluttered her lashes at Leandro before looking at the reporter, cooing, “I’m sooooo thrilled to be engaged to Leandro Christopoulos.”
Leandro’s method of making her pay for pretending to be engaged to Sabastian and that little stunt this morning was deviously simple: she had to pretend to be his blushing, bubbly, and empty-headed fiancée – the exact opposite of her real self in other words.
Leandro looked at her meaningfully. Not enough, mégaira.
Shit.
She let out a big sigh. “I just can’t believe my luck, being the lucky girl to have won over someone as perfect as Leandro.” Gah. She wanted to gag.
The crowd of reporters had become silent. Bobby couldn’t blame them. They were probably wondering if it was really Bobby Granger in front of them.
Tyler asked nervously, “What about Mr. Gabris? Wasn’t he engaged to, err, Ms. Granger as well?”
It was Leandro who answered. “The engagement between Sabastian Gabris and Bobby had to be canceled.”
Here it was, Sabastian thought even though his face remained inscrutable. He knew it had not been completely right to go along with Bobby’s wishes when she had asked him to pretend to be her fiancé, and now it was his turn to pay.