Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Adrian
Ican’t believe the week is already over.
Maya’s suitcase is waiting at the door and it feels like my heart is breaking. I know it isn’t the end of this. It can’t be. You don’t walk away from something this good.
“How do I even bring all this home?” she asks, looking at the pile of extravagant dresses and jewelry on the bed. “Can I even pass through customs with all this?”
“I’ll take care of it,” I tell her with a heaviness in my chest. “We’ll load it up on my private jet and I’ll pay any customs that are due.”
She seems hesitant as she stares at it all.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, sitting on the bed.
“It’s just…”
“What?”
“I love them all and it was so fun to get dressed up like Audrey Hepburn all week but…”
I give her time, letting her collect her thoughts.
“They just don’t fit into my life,” she says with a heavy sigh.
“I have a small closet and it’s already packed.
I have roommates. With an S. I shop at Old Navy, Adrian.
I don’t even know where I would wear these.
I don’t go to galas or awards shows and I definitely don’t jet around the world at the drop of a hat.
I stay at resorts that are under five hundred bucks for the week.
Eating out fancy for me is eating in a food court.
This level of extravagance just doesn’t fit my life. ”
Her shoulders slump down and her chin quivers like she’s holding back tears.
I jump up and go to her, swallowing her trembling body in my arms.
“Maya,” I whisper as I kiss her tanned skin. “You’re with me now. This can be your life if you want it.”
Those gorgeous honey brown eyes look up at me, all watery and full of hope.
“I have an empty closet the size of this room,” I tell her.
“It’s all yours. I’ll fill it with whatever you want.
Old Navy or the most luxurious clothes this world can offer.
Whatever you desire, it’s yours. Move in with me.
Be mine. We can travel to the hottest spots on the planet, eating out of street carts or in the finest restaurants. I’ll give you whatever you like.”
She nibbles her bottom lip as she looks up at me. I know she wants to say yes.
“I can’t,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I can’t move in with someone when I’m not engaged. I guess I’m old fashioned like that.”
“Then I guess it’s time to give you the one piece of jewelry I saved.”
Her lips part and she stares at me in shock as I drop to my knee while pulling out a little purple box.
“What is that?”
I open it and she gasps.
“Will you marry me, Maya?”
Her hands are shaking, but she hasn’t taken her eyes off the ring so that’s a good sign, I hope.
“Where did you get that? When?”
“I picked it out when you were at the spa having your massage.”
“That was the day after we met!”
“I knew the second I saw you that you were the one.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m crazy for you, sweet girl. Will you please marry me?”
She starts tearing up as she nods her head. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I quickly put the ring on her finger, leap up, and swallow her in my arms.
It’s the happiest moment of my life.
We kiss and then move onto the bed, tearing each other’s clothes off and making it official right there beside her dresses.
When she’s crying out, her back arched, her pussy cumming on my hard cock, I root deep inside her and release.
I can’t believe I’ll get to ravage this girl for the rest of my life. Not one day will pass without her cumming on me. It could be my hands, my mouth, my cock, or all three, but I won’t go one day without hearing her screams of pleasure.
“Let’s celebrate in Paris,” I say when we’re both laying on our backs, breathing heavily. “I’ll take you to Le Cygne Bleu for dinner. You can wear that gorgeous silver dress you didn’t get to wear yet.”
She reaches over and touches the silver dress, feeling the sleek material between her fingers.
“I have to work,” she says sadly. “I don’t have any more vacation days.”
“Will they give you another week off if I donate another ten million dollars?”
She laughs like I’m kidding. “Yeah, probably.”
I grab my phone and dial my accountant.
She springs up to a seated position, her bare breasts hanging down and looking so damn good I’m ready to go again. “What are you doing?”
My accountant answers and I tell him to donate another ten million dollars only if they’ll let Maya have another week off.
Her mouth drops as I hang up the phone.
“Did you really just do that?”
“Looks like you can come to Paris, oui? Or, do you have any other excuses?”
She shakes her head as she grins at me. “I guess we found out who the mystery donation came from.”
“Busted,” I say with a smirk. “So, you’ll come? They have the best raspberry mousse on the planet.”
“Okay,” she says, giving me that knockout smile. “I’d love to.”
I lean up, cup her bare breast, and kiss her with so much passion that we drop back onto the bed and do it all over again.
If we flew commercial, we would have already missed the flight, but I have my own jet, so I can take all the time in the world with my new incredible fiancé.
Next stop, Paris.