Page 55 of Come to Head

Emilio turned from the stove, he was in the process of making breakfast. Oliver stood to his left.

“You’re going to overcook the eggs.” Oliver fully distracted Emilio from responding and gained a spatula in the side for it.

Oliver was still struggling with Emilio, but at this point it was mostly comical to watch them bicker.

Maddox wrapped his bulky arms around me from behind.

“You’re home.” I sank back against his chest, smiling softly up at him.

“Yes, Ellie. Your employees are all set and have met the new manager you chose. Uh—Susan?”

“Her name is Kathy,” I stated smugly. “She was always such a good worker bee, I felt she could handleit.”

“She wasn’t quite as enthused when I educated her on your part in the company, but she couldn’t say no to the package you offered her.” Maddox let go to reposition himself before placing something on the bar counter in front of me.

My sparkly stapler and pile of manhwas from my desk.

“You know you’re the best, right?”

Oliver broke from his squabble with Emilio. “Hey! I reminded him what items you wanted! How ishethe best?”

I ignored Oliver, flipping through the manhwa pile instead, leaning to the side into Maddox. “Boss man is mad,” I whispered conspiratorially.

“Isobel,” Oliver griped. “You can’t call me that unless you want me to fuck you before breakfast.”

I gasped, mockingly. “Sacrilege!”

Maddox placed a brand-new laptop in front of me next. “Your work is all on this now. Everything you might need and all of the different programs you designed. Emilio backed it up and added extra security precautions.”

Oliver grumbled again.

“Oliver ensured all of your clients are on here and suggested the idea,” Maddox admitted.

Emilio pushed the laptop to the side carefully and set a plate of food in front of me–eggs, bacon, homestyle potatoes.

My mouth salivated a bit. “You areallthe best,” I corrected myself from earlier before digging in.

Emilio propped against the counter just watching me, but I felt none of the typical self-consciousness.

When I was on the last bite of food, he spoke, “It’s our honeymoon.”

I choked, and Maddox knocked against my back.

Emilio sighed, glancing between the two men. “Go ahead. I know you have kept them on you.”

I set my fork down. Emilio extended out taking my hand, before lightly tugging the band there off.

I was confused until Maddox turned my chair to him, he helped me off the stool, before getting down on one knee, ring box in hand.

“Ellie, nothing in our life is typical, average, or normal, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Would you accept this ring as a token to represent the rest of our lives together?”

My vision blurred as tears formed, the whiplash from the playful to serious almost too much. “You’re all going to do this when I just ate, am wearing nothing but a T-shirt, and haven’t washed my hair in a week?” I joked before nodding. “Yes, of course I will.”

Maddox slid the band into place; it was thin, but uniquely shaped, as if it were missing another part.

He stood up, offering a chaste kiss before Emilio was there to yank me in his direction. He dropped to his knee.

“This time, I want your full consent. Will you be my wife? My person for the rest of our days?”

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