Page 6 of Dirty Nasty Billionaire: Part 4

Which is fine, because apparently, he’s not done.

Nixon Blake drops to one knee in front of me, looking up at me with those piercing blue eyes from beneath his dark lashes. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, black velvet box. He pops it open, revealing a vintage diamond ring. And even though I know he’s got enough money to buy the Hope Diamond, he was clearly thinking of me when he picked this ring out. It’s sizable, but still appears delicate, with platinum filigree and little tiny diamonds flanking the center stone. It’s gorgeous, and it’s so very me.

“Please say you’ll marry me. I can’t imagine my life without you, Delaney Masterson.”

“Holy shit,” is all I can say at first. Because of all the things I imagined Nixon Blake saying if I ever saw him again, a proposal was not among them. And especially not a public proposal.

And speaking of, this is totally upstaging my sister’s wedding right now, which is not cool. I quickly glance over to the head table, where Miranda and Brad are perched side by side. But she doesn’t look mad. Instead, she’s beaming. And then she quickly nods and mouths say yes.

I look back down at Nixon, who’s still kneeling on the floor in front of me, a beautiful, perfect ring in his hand and the promise of forever on his lips.

“Yes,” I say, the smile on my face growing wider by the second. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The words are barely out of my mouth before Nixon is on his feet, his arms wrapped around my waist as he lifts me to him, his lips covering mine. It’s perfect and familiar and like we never parted. And all around us, people are applauding and cheering, my sister and her new husband included.

I’m marrying Nixon Blake.

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