Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 2(103)

“And what about my parents? Will your people allow their future king to contemplate marrying a woman whose parents are convicted killers?”

“My people will trust my judgment.”

“You make it sound so simple. Things are never that simple.”

“Sometimes they are. Sometimes we make things more complicated than they need to be.” He sat up and, holding my hands in his, pulled me upright. “I get that you’re terrified, that you can’t trust me yet. All I’m asking is for you to give me the chance to prove to you that I am trustworthy. Allow me the chance to show you the good life has to offer. After the struggle you’ve been through, you deserve that. You have experienced a lifetime’s worth of sorrow. Let me balance that out with a lifetime’s worth of happiness.”#p#分页标题#e#

All of this sounded like a dream. Happiness. How I longed for some happiness that wasn’t overshadowed by worry or desperation or frustration.

“Be brave. You don’t know what wonders you might miss if you aren’t.”

He’d said that to me before. On the plane. On our first date. He’d proven then that he was trustworthy. And that day had been one of the best of my life, now that I thought about it. There were far too many regrets to face if I didn’t go for it.

I heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Okay.”

“Does this mean you will come to my homeland?”

I made him suffer a little, schooling my face into a mask of indecision. The truth was, no matter whether Tevin was Tevin or Viktor, a ditch digger or a king, we seemed to fit. He was the one who had the patience to show me that I had been hiding from love but craving it at the same time. I was letting my fear of taking risks rule my life.

Some things were worth taking risks for.

Finally, when he had wilted a little, I nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’ll go…anywhere in the world with you.”

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. And I giggled as I kissed him back. When the kiss ended, he gazed into my eyes and asked, “Why are you laughing?”

Because when I met you that first night, I’d told myself I would spend the rest of my life looking for men for other women. And my first big contract, my first really great client, I ended up taking for myself. I’ll have to spend the rest of my life making this up to Marguerite. And Katarina. And Alexis. And Josephine.” I crazy idea popped into my head, and before I could stop myself, I blurted, “Say, maybe I could open a new branch of Premier in Mordova?”

“Now, that’s an excellent idea.”

“I’ll need to find some rich bachelors. You don’t happen to have any younger brothers…?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“You do?”

“There are twelve of us. All brothers.”

I’d hit the jackpot. Marguerite would be losing one amazing client, but gaining eleven. And, if everything went the way I hoped, I would have my real life prince, a new career, my parent’s freedom, and a happy boss. My life would be perfect. And, for the first time ever, I wasn’t afraid to let myself believe it might be.

There was only one other person I needed to take care of…

I asked, “Would one of those brothers, by any chance, be that friend from the bar, what was his name?”

“Andy. His real name is Andrei. Yes, he is one of my brothers. But he’s wanted to get in touch with your friend…”

“I’m sure Marguerite will be okay with only ten brothers. Sasha deserves to have a prince too. Oh, and she has a passport.”

“Perfect.” He kissed me until I was dizzy and breathless. “You can call her later. Now, let’s take you home so you can pack. And so I can make love to you again. And again. And again.”

“The packing doesn’t sound so exciting, but that at last part sounds wonderful. You know, I need to focus on right now, so I don’t start thinking about things too much, wondering what-if.” I slanted a come hither look at him.

Responding exactly as I hoped, he pushed me onto my back and took me again. This living in the moment thing with my prince was going to work out just fine.

Yes, it was.



The End







Chapter One



Keyonna laid down the receiver, a dismayed look on her face thanks to the phone conversation she’d just had.

Only minutes ago, she’d answered the ringing phone with enthusiasm, hoping it was a call she’d been expecting from an important, prospective client. But then the eagerness dissipated at the sound of the voice of her long-absent boyfriend.

“Keyonna, it’s me,” said the warm, familiar baritone.

“Mark!” Keyonna breathed, half-dazed. And then, recovering her composure, she continued lamely, “Umm…hello.”