11. Mireille
Mireille
I glance at the clock on my desk for what feels like the hundredth time today.
Only thirty more minutes until I can leave the office and meet Evander at his home.
He had today off as he had some important business to attend to—apparently, so important, it wasn’t on his books—We've fallen into a comfortable routine over the past few months, so much so that I’ve practically moved in with him.
As I finish up some last-minute filing, I can't help but smile to myself. Who would have thought that my grumpy boss would turn out to be the most caring, passionate man I've ever known? Behind closed doors, Evander is affectionate and attentive in ways I never imagined.
My phone buzzes with a text from him:
Evander: I’m taking you out tonight.
My heart flutters with anticipation. Evander never fails to surprise me. He’s a born romantic, something I’d never have imagined.
I'm so lost in daydreams about what he might have planned that I don't notice Lilian approaching until she's right in front of my desk.
"Earth to Miri!" she says with a laugh. "Where'd you go just now? Thinking about a certain handsome boss of yours?"
I feel my cheeks flush. Lilian is the only one who knows about Evander and me. As my friend, she pried it out of me after noticing how happy I've been lately.
"Maybe," I admit with a sheepish grin. "He says he’s taking me out for dinner tonight."
Lilian's eyes light up. "Ooh, how exciting! Any guesses where you might be going?"
I shake my head, trying to play it cool even as butterflies dance in my stomach. "No idea. You know how Evander is— he likes to surprise me."
"Well, whatever it is, I want all the juicy details tomorrow," Lilian says with a wink. "Now get out of here—your Prince Charming awaits!"
I laugh, gathering my things. "He's hardly Prince Charming. More like a grumpy bear who occasionally remembers how to smile."
"A grumpy bear you're head over heels for," Lilian teases.
I can't argue with that. As I head out of the office, waving goodbye to Lilian, my excitement for tonight grows as I exit the office. I can’t believe that it’s been four months, not only that, I’m so deeply in love with him.
When I arrive at Evander's home, I'm surprised to find it dark and quiet. "Evander?" I call out as I enter, setting down my purse.
Suddenly, soft music begins to play and candles flicker to life around the room. Evander emerges from the shadows, looking dashing in a suit.
"Welcome home," he says with a warm smile, taking my hand and pulling me close. "I hope you don't mind that I changed our plans. I wanted tonight to be special."
My heart races as I take in the romantic scene.
The scattered deep red roses, the beautiful bouquets of red and white roses that are set on the table and window.
The low dim of the lights, along with fairy lights.
It’s a breathtaking sight and my heart is thumping.
"It's perfect," I whisper. "But what's the occasion? "
Evander's eyes shine with emotion as he gazes at me. "Mireille, these past four months with you have been the happiest of my life. You've brought so much joy and laughter into my world. I can't imagine my life without you in it."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. My breath catches as he drops to one knee.
"Mireille Fontaine, will you marry me?"
Tears of joy spring to my eyes as I nod emphatically. "Yes! Of course yes!"
Evander slips the ring on my finger before standing and pulling me into a passionate kiss. As we break apart, both grinning widely, I can't believe how far we've come. From grumpy boss and clumsy assistant to engaged couple—it's more than I ever dared to dream.
"I love you," I tell him softly.
"And I love you," Evander replies. "More than I ever thought possible."
He presses his lips against mine; the kiss grows from sweet to intense the moment his tongue slides between my lips.
Evander's hands roam down my back as we kiss passionately. I melt into his embrace, unable to comprehend what’s just happened. When we finally break apart, we're both breathless.
"I can't believe this is real," I whisper, gazing at the sparkling ring on my finger.
Evander chuckles softly. "Believe it. You're stuck with me now."
I grin up at him. "Stuck with you? More like the luckiest woman in the world."
He pulls me close again, resting his forehead against mine. "I'm the lucky one," he murmurs. "I never thought I'd find someone who could put up with my grumpy moods and workaholic tendencies."
"Well, you did hire me as your assistant," I tease. "Dealing with your moods was part of the job description."
Evander laughs, the sound warming me from the inside out. "And you've exceeded all expectations. In every possible way."
His lips find mine again, and I lose myself in the kiss. As it deepens, I feel a familiar heat building between us. Evander's hands slide lower, cupping my backside and pulling me flush against him.
"What do you say we take this celebration to the bedroom?" he suggests, his voice low and husky.
I smirk up at him. "I thought you'd never ask."
With a playful growl, Evander scoops me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style towards the bedroom. As he lays me gently on the bed, I'm struck by how perfect this moment is. How perfect we are together.
"I love you, Evander Prescott," I say softly, reaching up to caress his cheek.
His blue eyes shine with emotion as he leans down to kiss me tenderly. "And I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Prescott."
His fingers move to my dress and he unzips it, pulling it from my body, my panties following quickly after. I watch, transfixed as he strips down out of his suit. I’m lying naked on the bed watching him. My chest heaving with anticipation.
“Beautiful,” he says thickly as he sinks a finger into my pussy. He begins to move in and out of my pussy, his thick finger pushing me to the brink.
"That's it, baby, I want you to come,” his voice is hoarse and deep, filled with love and lust.
I gasp. “Oh, Evander,” I cry as he adds another finger inside of me, I can’t hold back any longer, my body tightens as pleasure rushes through me. I cry out his name as he growls low in his throat.
The bed dips beneath me, and I look at him, his cock is thick and erect. Heat pools between my legs as he positions himself at my entrance.
He thrusts into me, his cock thick as he bottoms out inside of me. “So full,” I murmur as I press my lips against his.
He deepens the kiss, our bodies moving slowly as he moves, slowly withdrawing before pushing back inside of me.
He tears his mouth away from me, both of us breathing hard. “I love you, Mireille,” he grunts. “So much. I can’t wait for you to become my wife.”
I push down against his cock, moving against him, matching him thrust for thrust. When he starts to move faster.
"Yes." I cry out, loving the feeling of his cock stretching me. The way that the pain burns as he drives into my pussy and then the pleasure that takes over me. “I can’t wait either, I want to be your wife.”
He pounds into me like a man possessed. It feels as though he's hitting deep into my womb. With every hard thrust, I whimper, my body climbing as it reaches new heights.
Never have I felt this amount of pleasure in my life. My body’s shaking, my breathing laboured and my heart’s racing. Every time it gets better and better. I don’t think we could ever top this thought.
“Evander,” I breathe. “I’m going to come.”
His jaw clenches as he thrusts into me harder. I’m barely hanging on, the pace is unrelenting. “Fuck, yes, come,” he demands.
I do. I come apart, my back arching as I cry out his name. I cling to his body as pleasure ripples through me.
He continues to fuck me—hard, fast, and deep. I’m a pile of mush at this stage, barely able to keep up with him, my body completely depleted of strength.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, I can’t hold back,” he snarls. “God, I’m going to fucking cum.”
“Yes,” I hiss, needing him to explode, wanting to feel him do so.
He thrusts deep inside of me until he bottoms out, and with a groan he cums. “Miri, fuck, Miri,” he groans as he cums deep inside of me.
His lips crash down against mine and he takes my breath away as he dominates me with his mouth.
God, I’m so in love with this man, I can’t wait for the day that we say I do, and I become his wife.
I’m breathing hard as he pulls out of me. “You’ve made me a happy man, Miri.”
I grin at him, he has no idea just how happy he’s made me. “Love you,” I whisper, my throat clogged with emotion.
He presses a quick kiss to my lips before helping me up off the bed and leading me to the bathroom.
I don’t think this day could ever be topped.
I’m going to marry the man I love more than life itself and he loves me just as much. I really lucked out and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us both.