Page 90 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

As the segment ends, Grace and I steal a moment just for us. Her eyes are shining, and I brush a thumb over her cheek, feeling the steady thump of my heartbeat.

Rand gives us a nod, thanking the crowd as he wraps up the show. When he turns back to us, he smiles, genuine and warm.

“Congratulations, you two. Truly. You deserve it.”

Grace leans into my shoulder as we make our way offstage, the audience’s applause echoing around us. We step out of the studio into the cool night air, and I pause, pulling her close, my hand finding her waist.

“You know,” I murmur, my voice a little rough, “I think I might be the luckiest man in the world.”

She laughs softly, her eyes shining up at me. “I think I’m pretty lucky too.”

Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me closer until there’s barely a breath between us.

“Marrying you,” I say, my voice low and confident, “will be the best decision I ever make.”

She presses a kiss to my lips, and I lose myself in her touch, the world fading away. The cameras, the crowd, the show—it all disappears, leaving only us tangled up in a moment that’s entirely ours.

“Let’s get away again. I have the perfect place,” I tell her.

“Ohhhh, I’m intrigued,” she teases. “Whisk me away.”

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GRACE

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder in an exaggerated move.

“Okay, He-man, I see you,” I giggle.

He slides me down the front of him when we get to the limo, he leans in and kisses me softly.

“I took the liberty of packing bags for us already.”

“You had this planned?”

“Yes, ma’am. I assume that the paparazzi will be all over this before long, and I wanted to give us some privacy to appreciate it.”

“I love your surprises,” I breathe as I kiss him again. “Let’s go.”

He grins widely before he helps me into the back of the limo.

The humof the plane fades as we break through the clouds, the world opening up beneath us in an endless expanse of blue sky and green fields far below.

Theo glances over from his seat, and I look down at our fingers intertwined.

This is Heaven.

“You’re quiet,” he says, eyes searching my face.

I smile, squeezing his hand.

“I’m just…taking it all in. This feels unreal. I’ve never had anyone make me feel so safe. It’s nice to be able to shut my brain off and just let you make the plans.”

His grin breaks wide, a dimple appearing on his cheek.

“That’s the idea. I enjoy doing that for you. We’re leaving all of the chaos behind. Just you, me, and the English countryside.”

As the pilot announces our descent, I look out the window and see a patchwork of fields, woods, and hills. It’s breathtaking in a way that looks more like a photo in an AI dream rather than reality.

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