Page 65 of Corporate Bondage

“Whose fault is that?” He groaned. “He won’t stop looking at us. Is that a grin? Shit, we’re terrible furry parents.” My shoulders shook with laughter, and I could no longer keep in the snickers. “Are you laughing at me?”

I let it out then. “Of course, I’m laughing at you. He’s just a puppy. Right?”

“Pretty sure we’re going on about nothing.” He kissed me softly, licking my bottom lip. He stretched his hand beneath the pillow he was lying on and brought out a black velvet box.

“Now? You’re proposing now?”

Only he popped the lid of the box, and there was a piece of paper inside the size of the ones that were in fortune cookies.

“I love you?” I read from the paper. “I already know that, you dolt. I thought you were proposing now.”

“I am.”

This time he removed a beautifully cut gold engagement ring for men. “Gio, I’ve wanted your ass since you stripped for me in my office and allowed me to inspect you.” His eyes twinkled. “I decided then that you were prized property I wanted to own. You already know you have my heart as I have yours, but I’d be honored if you make it official with me so Tate and Bryan can stop asking us when.”

I laughed. “You’re right. This is for Tate and Bryan.”

“So what do you say? Do we make it official?”

I nodded. “Yes. Let’s.”

He slipped the ring on my fourth finger and I stared at it, my heart brimming with love. It wasn’t the object that made my heart soar. It was the man beneath me who was willing to show me how deep his commitment ran. For four years we had done the therapy and the living together. We had been supported by our friends, and now it was our turn to show the world that we could do this. The world's two greatest fuck-ups had found happiness despite the odds. We fucking deserved it too.

The End

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