Wife Wanted (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)(124)

 

I felt like the ground was slipping away from me. He wanted to marry me? Without even getting to know me? I looked at the necklaces again.

 

“So what’s with Olivia’s?” I asked, pointing at the necklace that was a perfect copy of his mother’s.

 

“Apparently, she knew our family tradition, and when she got it into her head that we would get married, she had a duplicate made. I guess it was her way of making people believe we were together. I couldn’t get her to take it off, and frankly I didn’t care what she did until today when she overstepped her boundaries.”

 

“So were you two ever engaged?” I asked.

 

“No. We dated briefly. She cheated on me, and we both moved on. I would never marry someone like her.”

 

His deep brown eyes told me he was telling the truth. I picked up the necklace. This did not make sense. A few minutes ago, we were just taking a trip together, nothing serious, but now he was proposing to me? Or not. I was totally confused.

 

“Is this really worth a million?” I asked.

 

He shook his head. “A little more.”

 

“How much more?” I asked.

 

“Try adding a couple of zeros at the end of the million,” he grinned.

 

I nodded as I handed him the necklace. We were standing so close to each other. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his lips, but to my disappointment, he simply touched my lips, causing me to open my eyes.

 

“Come with me,” he said as he led me to the couch. I wanted to kick myself for being so gullible. “Your toe,” he said. “How does it feel?”

 

I had forgotten my toe hurt, and the adrenaline rush from the past few minutes had certainly numbed the pain. “I’m fine.”

 

“Good, because I have to show you around the plane,” he said, getting up and holding my hands. “Come with me?”

 

I had also forgotten we were in a plane, scheduled to depart soon. As we passed the stairs, his pilot asked if he could get ready for departure.

 

“Yes, please,” he said without stopping. I hobbled up the stairs, one at a time until we were upstairs in a bedroom.

 

“Wow,” I said. The bedroom looked like a hotel room, a nice hotel room in a five-star hotel. “I didn’t know planes had bedrooms.”

 

“Well, where else am I going to show you how much I care about you?”

 

I swallowed hard at his implication, and butterflies circled my stomach. I needed a distraction. “What about Olivia?”

 

“She’s history. She knows never to come near you unless you want her to,” he said as we moved to the edge of the bed.

 

“Amy? Does she know where I am?” I asked.

 

“Yes, she knows you’re here with me, right now.” He had pulled so dangerously close to me, I could feel his heartbeat against mine. “Except we’ll let her guess what we’re doing.”

 

“And what are we doing?” I asked, grinning.

 

“Patience, my love,” he said. “Do you want to know where we’re going?”

 

“Yes, but I’m guessing you won’t tell me.”

 

“You’ll have to wait.”

 

“It’s not fair,” I said.

 

“Maybe not, but you made me wait for days for a first date. More like you made me trick you to get a date out of you,” he exclaimed.

 

“Did you expect me to jump into bed with you just because you came in for a cup of coffee?” I giggled.

 

“No, but I was hoping you’d be a lot nicer to me than you were. This is payback time,” he said as he pushed me onto the bed.

 

I could hear the engine of the plane roaring as the pilot prepared the plane for departure. Nick fell into bed with me, pinning me on it.

 

“We’re about to leave,” I said, trying to wiggle out from under him and giggling.

 

“Yes, I noticed,” he said as he held me down. His lips descended on mine.

 

I kissed him intensely, as if I was afraid he might disappear if I stopped. Soon the plane started moving and jerking us around.

 

“I think we need to strap in for departure,” he said as he pulled me up from the bed. We walked to a set of seats next to the bed, sat down, and buckled our seatbelts just as the pilot announced for everyone to take their seats and fasten their seatbelts.

 

I looked at Nick and could see a smile curving his face. This was unreal. How did we go from fighting in a coffee shop to feeling so in love in a short span of time? The thought of love made me pause and take a second look at him. I loved Nick. I had a lot to learn about him, but I loved him. I reached out to stroke his face and pulled him closer to me so I could plant another kiss on his face. He put my hands on his groin and let me touch him.