by Tilly Pope
Tears sting in my eyes as I wait for the other shoe to drop. I don’t want to lose him. I love him more than anything and he’s the most important person in my life.
“I want to be your daddy forever. If you’ll have me.” He glances up at me and shows me the ring at the same moment.
I gasp, totally stunned. “I thought you were going to dump me!” I smack his shoulder and he stares at me in shock.
“Why?”
“I don’t know! You just had this—" I lowered my voice to mock his tone, “we need to talk look on your face so I thought…”
“No! I want to marry you.”
“Yes!” I slip forward onto my knees in front of him and kiss him. I don’t give a damn about the ring. I don’t care about anything other than the man that makes me feel beautiful, that strives to make me happy in every way he can. “I love you,” I whisper. “So much.” I kiss him again and his tongue meets mine. He tastes like me, and that’s just fine. I like the way I taste.
Earlier, with his lips on me, I couldn’t imagine my life being any better.
I was wrong. It’s all way better now. Because my best friend, my lover, my boss, my billionaire will be my husband.
The End
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About the Author
Tilly Pope writes dirty, hot and over the top insta-love stories about possessive alpha males who know what they want. Always short, always naughty, no cheating and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Tilly loves football, spanking and wine.
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