Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
~ASPEN~
I have no idea what’s happening back home. Drips & Sips could have burned down at this point, and I would have no clue. And right this second, I don’t think I care.
It’s our last day in paradise. And that’s exactly what Fiji is. I’m pretty sure if there’s a heaven, I’ll see Fiji when I walk through the pearly gates. With the bluest and warmest water ever, warm temperatures, and wonderful people, it might be the best place I’ve ever been.
We’ve snorkeled, walked the beach, gone hiking, and had so much sex, my muscles are tired and sore.
I’m not complaining in the least.
Callum is out on a boat, fishing, and I stayed back to spend our last day here in the spa. I’ve been rubbed and polished, fed, and now I’m soaking in a tub, looking out at the water. I’m loose and relaxed for the first time in maybe my whole life.
Callum brings serenity to my life. Security. He calms me and makes me feel safe. And not because of his wealth or his status but because of who he is. When he says everything will be okay, I believe him because he says it with so much conviction, I know he’s right.
This trip was more than a gift. It was magical. I’ll never forget it.
And it’s not over quite yet.
“Miss Aspen, is there anything else I can do for you today?”
I smile at my personal attendant, Kaneli. She’s been wonderful today.
“If you do anything more, I’ll never want to leave.”
Her smile is bright and full of pride. “I’m happy to hear you enjoyed your day. You’re free to soak as long as you want. I’ve laid your clothes out for you in your room, and you can go whenever you’re ready.”
“Oh, I have to pay for the services.”
“His Highness has already made arrangements. You needn’t worry about anything, miss. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
She nods and then leaves me alone.
Callum spoils me. It seems to be second nature for him to buy me gifts, to take care of me.
This is all new to me. Greg, even though he was a good husband, didn’t pay me this much mind. Honestly, I didn’t realize I was starved for a man’s attention until Callum came into my life.
I stand in the tub, let the water drip off me, and then step out and reach for my robe.
Maybe I wasn’t starved for attention. Perhaps it was Callum’s consideration that I needed. Because frankly, the idea of another man coming into my life doesn’t interest me in the least.
I walk into the private room assigned to me when I arrived—no shared locker room in this joint—to find my clothes are indeed waiting for me. Upon further inspection, it looks like they’ve been washed and pressed.
Even my underwear, which I wore on this trip because…you just never know.
I’ve never stayed somewhere fancy enough for them to wash my clothes for me. I wonder if this is the resort that was offered in the auction, or if Callum upgraded us.
I dress and walk along the windy path above the water to get to our suite, followed discreetly by security. Our room is a hut suspended over the ocean. We can see fish below us, and we have a rope hammock thing to sit on, also over the water.
I think I could live here.
Of course, then I’d take it all for granted, and it would become old hat. I wouldn’t appreciate it nearly as much as I do right now.
No, I’ll just have to work my ass off and save my money so I can visit often.
I key in the code to our suite and let myself in. The security guard assigned to me will stand guard outside.
I step out of my flip-flops and turn, then stop cold. Pink rose petals are sprinkled on the floor, leading through to our bedroom. I eagerly follow them and feel tears fill my eyes when I take in the scene before me.
Pink roses are everywhere. The bed is littered with petals, and more are on the floor here, leading out to the balcony.
Callum’s sitting in a lounge chair, clad only in swimming trunks. His torso is bare and tanned, his muscles toned under smooth skin. His arms are up under his head, and his feet are crossed on the lounge chair.
“Well, don’t you look relaxed?”
I don’t sit next to him. I climb onto his lap and rest my head on his shoulder. Touching him without hesitation, as if he’s mine , is something I’ve grown used to—and enjoy.
“Thanks for this week,” I murmur.
“I can say, without a doubt, it’s been the best week of my life.” He kisses my head and drags his fingertips up and down my arm. “We’ll have to do it often.”
“I was just thinking while I was at the spa that I could come here regularly. I’ll have to make a Fiji fund jar and squirrel away my tips.”
“Hmm,” is all he says in response. I can tell, just from that little reply, that it irritated him.
“I don’t expect you to take me on vacation all the time.” I kiss his jawline.
“I’ll take you on holiday, Aspen. I quite enjoy it.”
“I’m not with you because of the money, or the trips, or the roses. Although, the roses are nice.”
“If I thought that was the case, we wouldn’t be here. In fact, I think you’re with me despite all of that.”
“Maybe.”
He kisses my hair again and then shifts so he’s facing me. “I know that the press has always painted me as the playboy prince. As irresponsible, spontaneous, and carefree. I let them believe that about me because it was easier to just flash a smile than try to defend myself, especially when the rumors weren’t true. I knew the truth, and my family knew, and that’s all that mattered.”
I frown and lace my fingers with his, wondering where this is going.
“I’m a planner, Aspen. An overthinker. I usually make a schedule for things and stick to it. And I had a plan for this. But being here with you like this right now, open and raw, sharing our feelings, is the appropriate time to lay it all on the line.
“I knew the minute I saw you standing in my brother’s kitchen two years ago that you were going to change my life. I felt a connection to you that I simply couldn’t explain. And then I messed everything up, and it took me years to fix it.”
“Callum—”
“Let me finish, love. You are everything wonderful in my life, and I love you so completely, so madly that it’s an ache in my chest. Your passion for life, your work ethic, your humor, they all breathe life into me. Being with you has made me a better person, and I never want to lose you. So, I’m asking you here, in this beautiful place?—
“Wait.” He scurries off the chair and kneels next to me, holding my hand.
Holy shit.
Prince Callum Wakefield is going to ask me to marry him.
“I’m asking you here, in this beautiful place, if you’ll do me the honor of becoming my wife. Spend your life with me, Aspen. I promise you I’ll remind you every single day how much I love you and how grateful I am to have you in my life.”
I lick my lips as Callum pulls a ring out of his pocket and offers it to me.
“Callum.” His name is a whisper on my lips. I can only imagine the complications that will come with marrying royalty. Will I have to sell my café? Will I have to move to London? How will everything happen?
But as I stare into his brown eyes, so hopeful and full of love, I know that I’d do all of those things and more to be with him for the rest of my life.
“I have so many questions,” I admit as I lean in to rest my forehead on his. “And before I answer, I need to tell you that I love you, too. We haven’t said the L -word before now.”
“I love you so much, Aspen.”
“Yes, I will marry you, Callum.”
He leans back and stares at me as if he’s surprised.
“Did you think you’d have to talk me into it?”
“Honestly, yes.” He laughs and slides the ring, this stunning emerald ring with diamonds, on my finger, then pulls me in for a soft, romantic kiss.
“Holy shit, we’re getting married,” I say against his lips.
He urges me to my feet and tugs me into the bedroom.
“These flowers were a nice touch, by the way.”
“That was the resort because they know it’s our last night here,” he replies and kisses my shoulder as he pushes my sundress off and lets it pool around my feet.
Aside from my panties, I’m standing naked in front of him.
“I wasn’t planning to get married again,” I admit to him. I’m naked, and this is the time for confessions. “Not to anyone. Because loving someone that much means setting yourself up for loss.”
“Sweetheart, I can’t even imagine the pain you’ve been through. The thought of losing you that way isn’t fathomable.”
“I wanted to die, too.” He pulls me in to hug me close, skin to skin. “And then you happened. I wasn’t ready for you years ago, Callum. Even if we’d started dating then, it wouldn’t have worked because I hadn’t finished healing yet. And I certainly would have run in the other direction if you’d proposed. I needed time. And maybe hanging on to the anger is what gave me that time.”
“And now?”
“Now, I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I know everything is about to change big time. That it’s not as simple as you moving to Montana and us living a quiet life in my little house with my little business.”
“I wish it was that simple. For your sake.”
“I’m marrying all of you. The man and the prince. And you have important responsibilities that I admire very much. We’ll figure it out.”
“You’re a wonderful woman, Aspen. I’m a lucky bloke.”
I grin as his mouth descends to mine, and with all of the words we needed to speak spoken for now, we fall onto the bed. Instead of the frenzied, intense sex I’ve come to expect from him, Callum’s hands are gentle, almost lazy as he glides his fingers up my side to my breast.
His lips wrap around the nipple as his hand travels down my belly to my core.
If intense sex with this man is fabulous, gentle sex is out of this fucking world.
“If you’re trying to kill me, it’s working.”
“I’m enjoying you,” he whispers and kisses my chin. “Your skin, your scent. The raspy tone of your voice when you’re turned on.”
“I’m damn turned on.”
“I know.” He’s at my side, not nestled between my legs. And rather than shift, he lifts my leg and guides himself into me. “So slick, so perfect.”
“Holy shit.” This position is new, and the angle is ridiculous. I reach down to press on my clit as he moves in a slow rhythm, set to drive us both mad.
I’ve never felt so exposed, so linked to another human being as I do at this moment.
Callum kisses my shoulder, and I feel the tension begin to build, low in my belly.
“I’m going over.”
“Yes, darling.” He moves just a bit harder, a smidge faster, and that’s all it takes to push me into the orgasm. I bear down, and he follows me over, then pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly.
I glance down at my left hand.
I’ve only ever worn a simple gold band on that finger. And now, it’s a huge emerald.
“That was Queen Victoria’s,” he says casually and brings it up to his lips for a kiss.
“I can’t wear this.”
“Why ever not?”
“Callum, it’s priceless. What if the stone gets lost or stolen?”
“Given that it will stay on your hand, and you have constant security, I’d say it being stolen is unlikely.”
“This is a family heirloom.”
“Indeed. And it’s staying in the family. My father gave it to me to give to you. He brought it with him to Montana.”
I stare at him, stunned. “What?”
“That’s why they made the trip. I originally asked them to send a royal courier with a ring for you, but Mum and Father decided to come themselves. I told him I wanted an emerald because they remind me of your eyes, and he chose this from the family vault.”
“Callum.”
“If you don’t like it, I’m sure we can choose something else. Or have something made.”
“Of course, I like it. My God, look at it. This stone must be ten karats.”
“Twenty-one, actually.”
My first instinct is to take it off and give it back. Not the proposal, but the ring.
“The girl from the wrong side of the tracks is wearing Queen Victoria’s ring.”
“Don’t ever refer to yourself that way again, Aspen. You’re not less than because of where you come from.”
“You’re right. But this is insane. ”
“There’s a matching tiara that will be on loan to you from the Crown whenever we appear in an official capacity. After we’re married, of course.”
“Of course.” I shake my head. “I’m already overwhelmed.”
“I know.” He kisses my temple. “I’d like to go to London when we leave here tomorrow so you can see Frederick and his wife. You’ll also meet Mary, who was the lady in waiting for my sister most of her life. She also helped Nina extensively when she became engaged to Sebastian.”
“That’ll help. Can we think about all of that tomorrow? For today, I just want to enjoy our last day of vacation like a normal couple who just got engaged.”
“I think that’s a marvelous idea.” He shifts over me and kisses me down the middle of my chest. “I do believe a normal couple would make love again. Don’t you?”
“Probably. At least once more. Maybe twice.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”