Page 88 of My Not So Wicked Boss (My Not So Wicked 3)

“When did you have a new contract drawn up?”

“Darling, I am a writer; I wrote it myself, today.”

Was that why he locked himself in his office? I took the folder from him, eager to read it. I opened it up to find a single sheet of paper.

THIS AGREEMENT is made as of NOW and going forth FOREVER between Miles Wickham and Aspen Parker, whose last name may be subject to change upon further review.

WHEREAS Miles Wickham desires Aspen Parker to be employed as his Nanny and Personal Assistant and Aspen Parker agrees to render such services, she must agree to the terms and conditions set forth.

Ms. Parker will agree to never call Mr. Wickham her boss. She may use the following terms: Lover. Boyfriend. Darling. My Love. Dear. Secret pet names are also acceptable.

Mr. Wickham requests one child-free night per week for adult only activities that will be decided upon by both parties. Mr. Wickham reserves the right to request more than one night when the occasion calls for it. Ms. Parker may also request child-free nights.

Ms. Parker will agree to use proper language when teaching Mr. Wickham’s nephew. This includes but is not limited to: Pants will be called trousers. Soccer will be called football. The bathroom is the loo.

Mr. Wickham will provide kisses on demand as well as other types of physical affection. A complete listing will be provided upon acceptance of the contract.

Ms. Parker will promise to, as she has most capably done already, keep her employer and lover from being a complete arse. She will voice any and all concerns as they may arise.

Mr. Wickham will promise to do his utmost to be a man of his word and faithfully keep all the terms and conditions set forth in this contract, and any others the lovely Ms. Parker would like to negotiate.

By initialing here, Ms. Parker acknowledges that she is by far superior and that she is doing this of her own free will and choice. In return, Mr. Wickham will do his best to deserve her, climb any wall for her, and risk it all, even his heart.

I laughed and cried through the entire thing. I lifted my head to meet his anxious eyes. “I think this is the most beautiful thing you have ever written.”

He leaned down and brushed his warm lips against my cheek. “Do you agree to the terms?” he whispered in my ear.

I didn’t really need to think about it, but I thought he should sweat it out for at least a few seconds.

When I didn’t answer right away, he leaned away with concern.

I dropped the folder and grabbed his coat, pulling him closer to me. “I’m all yours. Now, I demand that you kiss me.”

“Mmm,” he groaned, “I think I’m going to like this new contract.” He brushed my hair back and took a moment to gaze into my eyes. “Aspen, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For helping me be a better man, and for this.” He leaned in and skimmed my lips once before pressing his against my own. His slow hands ran down my back and landed on my hips, bringing me closer to him.

I barely got a taste of him before Emma let Henry blow her whistle. She yelled, “Hey, no curve fondling—there’s kids on this field.”

We both gave her an apologetic grin.

She returned our smiles with one of her own and let Henry loose. He ran to me and I took him up in my arms, right where he belonged. Miles kissed his head and then mine. I swore I heard Sophie say, “Now they’re yours. Take good care of them for me.”

I had every intention to.Chapter Thirty-ThreeIsabella stared up at the abandoned castle and, for the first time, the crumbling stones did not haunt her. The truth had set her free.

Dexter took her hand and held it firmly in his own. “It’s over.”

She turned towards him and admired the man who had saved her life in more ways than one. She loved everything about him, from the way the cowlick on the top of his head perpetually went untamed, to the mischief that played in his chocolate eyes. But mostly, she loved the way he protected her heart, even from herself if he needed to. She rested her head on his broad shoulder. “This is just the beginning.”

I wiped my eyes and peeked over the Ascending Stones completed first draft to find Miles nervously pacing the floor in front of the rather large Christmas tree the kids had picked out at the tree farm last week. Henry’s new electric train went around and around it. My little man could spend hours watching it. Miles, always impeccably dressed in his black sweater turtleneck and trousers, looked beautiful in the glow of the white Christmas lights and fireplace.

I couldn’t believe Isabella’s journey had come to end. Together, she and Dexter had discovered it was his uncle who was the true killer. He was in love, more like obsessed, with Dexter’s mother. In a fit of rage, the uncle killed Dexter’s mother because he could never have her. He also killed the Alexanders, who turned out to be Dexter’s grandparents. The uncle framed Isabella’s father because he knew that he was Dexter’s mother’s one true love. Dexter’s father was honorable, like his son, and had married Dexter’s mother to protect her from his evil twin. Miles had done an amazing job with all the twists and turns. I was guessing until the end who did it.

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