When she handed it to him, he had hoped they could open it together.
He felt his throat tighten, "Can you give me a minute Meg?" he called over his shoulder.
There was a beat, "Certainly, sir." He heard the door close behind him.
He brought the small box with him as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He rolled it in his hands, the memory of when she gave it to him.
Slowly, he pulled at the small latch, and box broke open.
He felt the heat in his throat—he eyed the small piece of jewelry, a shining ring with a soft blue tint. It looked like the ocean. He brought the box up to his face, admiring the shining glow.
Then, he noticed something. There was writing on the inside of the box—scribbled in his mother's small handwriting. He could tell it was her. He pulled open the lid—exposing a single written sentence. The words curved elegantly in small loops. His chest tightened—the message was clear.
You deserve love, my son.
Chapter 36
Veronica had turned off every possible device over the last few days. She had been so thrilled to see the gift. She was absolutely ecstatic. But, even with that freedom, she felt the weight of realization sink in.
Adrian was getting married.
They were going to make an announcement at the end of the week. And several days had passed since then—so she was sure that all was said and done.
She looked out onto the horizon of the ocean, breathing in the deep ocean air. She admired her view—she stood on top of a yacht—one that mirrored the world class yacht she was on only a few weeks ago.
She looked around, surveying her new job.
She had signed the paperwork yesterday, now she was head of staff on the Maria—a small but private yacht company. She was thrilled to be on the sea again. This time she had brought her mom—who had shyly agreed to joining her daughter's adventures out on sea for a while.
She smiled brightly—she had decided not to return to her old yacht.
And, she had decided not to get married.
A strong smug showed on her face, recalling her conversation with Brian.
She never wanted to see him again, not at all so she did him the favor of calling his cell.
"I'm only calling because I'm letting you know that we're not getting married—" she greeted him.
"What the hell is this drama about?" his voice rose in anger.
But, she didn't care.
"Oh and your dick is too small, by the way." She closed the call and screamed with delight into the air.
It felt so good to be free of him, to be free of everyone.
She smiled while she looked out into the horizon, her life was so much better now. She could enjoy the open waters now without fear and without an anchor.
But, still—an anchor weighed in her heart. She looked to her phone again—it was off now, she kept it off since she called Brian. She didn't want to see anything about Adrian—his life was less complicated without her. She needed to be OK with that.
Her mom arrived, with a light suitcase in her arms. Veronica helped her mom into the boat—carrying the suitcase down a couple of steps. The yacht was much smaller than the other—but, it was cozier too. It felt friendlier.
She helped her mom into her room.
Her mom looked out into the ocean, from her window, admiring the view, "This sure is beautiful, princess."
Veronica was glad she liked it, she had hoped her mom would see that her life wasn't that scary anymore—now, that there weren't mob bosses after and all. Veronica almost couldn't believe the events of the past couple of weeks.
She sat down next her mother, looking out into the ocean—the other side pointed to the dock. Veronica was still getting used to the ship—she had come in early with her mom to get used to everything. So far she knew where the kitchen and dining room was set, and she kind of understood the layout the rooms—unlike the yacht before, a chime rings through the boat when someone needs something on deck. It was so small compared to her other boat—where there were layers of halls and she had to be reached constantly by cell phone. This was a quieter job, no sex parties and hot princes would come here.
She had drifted into her memory, when her mother placed a hand on hers, waking her up.
"You haven't told me yet" her eyes questioning.
Veronica looked to her in surprise, she had told her mom that she didn't love Brian—that's why she called it off.
Her mother shook her head, "Princess—I'm your mom—I know when something is wrong," Veronica looked away, "And when that something happens to be love."
Veronica's head snapped back to her mom, her mouth falling open.
"What—what, but I told you I didn't love Brian," Veronica had a feeling that is not what her mom meant.
Her mom laughed, "Honey—I raised you, I know when you're heart is broken, and I know when you look out onto the ocean, you're searching for someone on the other side—a specific someone."
Veronica felt her walls crumble. How did she know?
I am that obvious.
Veronica bowed her head, feeling the weight of it finally crush her. She could be open about it now, she could feel the real pieces of her heart spill out from her chest, ripping open.
She felt the tears roll down her face, as she placed her heavy head onto her mom's shoulder. Her mother patted her gently.
"It will be OK Veronica—Princesses like you get their happily ever after."
Veronica looked to her mom, "But it's too late—"
Her mother shook her head, "It's never too late."
Just then, Veronica heard the chime throughout the boat—letting her know that someone was on deck.
"It's too early for someone to be here," Veronica said looking to her mom.
Her mom simply smiled, waving her off, "Go ahead and check."
Veronica wiped off her tears, bringing herself together. She checked her face in the hallway, pushing away any other lines of makeup. She fixed her clothes—a casual beach outfit and headed up. She headed up the stairs and onto the deck. She looked around the corner, around the small bridge, seeing no one.
"Hard to get good service around here?" a familiar voice said behind her.
She froze. His voice was unmistakable.
She turned to face him, Adrian.
He was standing right in front her, under the canopy on this small ship, smiling.
Veronica stared at him, he looked amazing. His biceps shone slick with sweat through his white t-shirt and he wore shorts. She couldn't believe he was here.
"What are you doing here?"
He stepped closer, his gaze entirely on her as he approached her. He took her breath away. He stepped up close, his face only inches from hers.
"I needed a boat," he said, looking around, "this one looks like it will do the job."
She eyed him, wondering if her heart was about to jump out of her chest, "Don't tell me it's for your honeymoon?"
He shook his head, "Of course not—why would an eligible bachelor like me be on a honeymoon—alone?"
He emphasized as he smiled down at her.
"Alone?" she echoed.
He nodded, "So I figured since you were here—and I needed a ship and a few other things, this seemed like the right place."
She felt his body so close to hers, she wanted to reach out and touch him. He was alone—he wasn't getting married?
Her body quivered with the idea—that he was here for her—he wasn't getting married. She leaned forward into him, until their bodies touched. As soon as they did, a wide smile spread across his face and their bodies burned together.
She shook her head, "But this boat is already booked..."
He nodded, "Oh I know—I bought the entire company—" he smiled.
She felt her knees melt, "Why would you do that?"
He wrapped an arm around her waist, it sent chills through her. Chills that pleasured her.
"Because I need it for my real honeymoon
, Veronica," his voice got low—as he pulled her closer to him. His green eyes lit up as he pressed her against him. Her mind swirled but her entire world was focused on those beautiful eyes. He brought his hand up, showing her something in his palm.
She looked down to it, he was holding a small wooden box. It was a beautiful box, carved intricately and sparkling.
"What do you say, Veronica—" he whispered low. She reached for it, and opened it slowly, exposing the shining ring inside. She gasped.
Her heart leapt from her chest—singing throughout her.
"Want to be my princess?" Adrian asked.
Veronica looked to him, she could never part from those green eyes, ever.
She smiled, and grabbed his collar into her hands, bringing him to her lips.
Epilogue
Adrian took off his tie, sweeping it off his collar.
He looked out into the cityscape, admiring the view—he loved how the lights glistened during the night. They sparkled like thousands of stars. Even from his palace window, he could feel like the night was thriving.
Or, maybe—it was just his night.
"Sir?" she said from behind him.
Her words thrilled him, sending pulses to his dick. He loved it when she said that. He turned to face her in the dark room. Her dark eyes seemed like they sparkled wickedly, reflecting the city lights from behind him. She was so tempting. She was incredible.
She sat on the bed, facing him—her wide and white gown displayed on his bed. He licked his lips. The gown was inviting—he called to him, he wanted to tear it off.
It was like she could read his mind, "I don't have another one of these—sir, please be gentle."
He grinned, "If you keep talking like that—I won't be able to."
He unbuttoned his shirt and tore off his tux and belt, walking towards her. Her eyes lingered down to his hands across his waistline, she bit down on her lip, anticipating.
He knelt in front of her, pushing his hands under her dress. She giggled.
"The future king shouldn't be on his knees like that..." she chided playfully. He smiled up at her, as his hands grazed up her legs and slowly up her thighs.
She moaned, biting harder on her lip.
"I'm not too worried about that—" he spread her legs apart, "at least thanks to you, I will be king."
She blushed, "Well, I'm happy my life sob story worked well for something..." her breath hitched up when his fingers grazed her panties. They felt like silk. He stood up, his hands still lingering there—as she leaned over her, forcing her to lay back on the bed. He hovered over her, bringing his face close to hers, and he slipped his fingers into her panties. She quivered.
He bent down, nibbling on her ear—she moaned in response, his fingers pressed against her mound, circling her. Her hips began to buck against his fingers. He growled into her ear, "It's the perfect cinderella story— even down to the part, where you are oh, so obedient."
She gasped with his words, his fingers circling faster. She grabbed onto him, her breath picking up pace.
His dick was throbbing now—it ached for her. She caught his gaze.
"I want it," she moaned. Her body called for him—she needed to feel him in her.
"Is that so, Veronica?" he was loving to watch her squirm under him. She moaned loudly—trying to pull his hips closer to her.
She stared into his eyes, "Yes, sir."
The words sent a wave through him—his dick was hard as stone. He couldn't hold it in any longer. He pulled down his trousers, and pushed her gown up to her waist. He took a look at her panties, they were soaked—and he pulled them off with a single pull. He spread her legs apart as he lie down on top of her.
Their bodies called for each other—they clung to each other. He kissed her hard, and deep. He wanted her to know how much he wanted her. How much he craved her. How he could not have let her go in this or any lifetime.
Her hands found him, eager for his dick. She gripped him, and he felt pleasure sweep through his body. She slid her wet opening onto him, and pushed them together—pushing him all the way into her.
They cried out in unison.
He felt the need to do more to her, to be closer. He turned her around onto her stomach. She yelped in surprise, but then she propped on her elbows, looking back at him. It was a dream come true. He slid his dick into her pussy from behind, his shaft touching against her in different ways. She moaned like an animal and the sound thrilled him. He held onto her hips, standing up straight as he dove into her again and again, she shouted from pleasure.
He could see her ass cheeks peeking out at him from under her dress. The sight drove him insane, every dirty thought he had of her over the last few weeks was happening. His body sang. But, he was close to climax and he wanted her to come. He wanted more than anything to face her beautiful eyes as he came into her. He flipped her over again, and this time she laughed with joy. She loved to be his plaything. His personal plaything.
He thrust into her, feeling her warmth and tightness—something that he had once thought he would never get again. He humped into her, enjoying every crevice of her body. She pulled and clawed at him—swallowing him in—to feel every inch of him.
They moved as one, their eyes holding each other's stares—their bodies sweating under their leftover clothes. She called his name, biting her lip. She was close to orgasm.
"Do you want to come?" he growled as he thrust into her faster and stronger, she yelped with pleasure.
She cried out, as her body shook, "Yes, sir!"
Her body arched as the orgasm rode through her, she cried out his name, and then his body exploded into hers. The wave of the strong orgasm coursing through his body, sending his nerves screaming in pleasure.
They gasped and tried to regain their breath. Veronica laughed beside him, and soon he had wrapped her into his arms.
She fit perfectly in them. They hadn't even taken off her dress yet—he could only guess that would be round two.
She nuzzled into his neck, taking a deep breath.
He felt his eyelids get heavy—his body tired from the day and the amazing orgasm.
He heard her voice as he drifted off, "So—do you love me, Adrian?" she purred into him.
He nodded, "Yes—I do."
She giggled sleepily.
He couldn't help but reply, "Do you love me, Veronica?"
She hummed against his chest as they both drifted, "Yes sir, I do."
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Marcus Conroy waved his hand. “Come inside and sit down, Mila. I want to talk to you about your next assignment.”
Mila Galantio sat down opposite his desk and opened her laptop. Her fingers poised over the keyboard, ready to type.
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“No, I don't. I want you to close your laptop, put it away, and listen.”
Mila closed the laptop and set it on the next chair. She folded her hands and looked across the desk to the billionaire she worked for these last three years. He didn't want an assistant like every other corporate assistant on the block. That's why he hired Mila. He called her in every three weeks, gave her a raft of assignments, and sent her on her way to carry them out.
He gave her assignments running companies, buying cars, investigating property to acquire—anything he could think of. Every three-week contract carried its own independent pay package, and in three years, Mila learned to expect anything from Marcus—absolutely anything.
Mila prided herself on being able to tackle anything—the more challenging the project the better. At twenty-seven years old, she carried her weight in confident curves around her hips and bust. She knew how to throw the right green-eyed glance at an office boy to get exactly what she wanted. She never backed down from a job until she got it done, and Marcus knew it as well as everybody else.
Now that he had her undivided attention, though, he hesitated. He hesitated even to look her in the eye. He shifted in his chair. He fidgeted right and left. He adjusted his suit jacket around his shoulders and tugged the sleeves down over his cuff links. He did everything except plunge into the next assignment the way he usually did.
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