Page 37 of Merging with the Billionaire

“True, so it should make fighting for our relationship a piece of cake,” he agreed.

“Just so you know, I didn’t want Artie to kiss me. If you had stuck around long enough, you would have seen me pull away and slap him across his face for his rotten efforts.”

“Good, I don’t want to see another man kiss you ever again,” Conrad stated firmly.

“That’s good because you’re the only man I plan to kiss for the rest of my life.”

“You promise?”

“Are we negotiating?” she teased with a wink.

“I’ll agree to any terms, as long as it means at the end, I get to be with you.”

“That seems like a fair deal.”

“Good, I guess that makes this easier,” Conrad said, pulling a velvet ring box out of his pocket as he got down on one knee in front of her. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful canary diamond ring inside. “Tiffany Boswell, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

She nodded her head up and down vigorously. “Yes, yes, I will marry you, Conrad.”

He pulled the ring from the box and slipped it on her finger. Then he leaned up and seared her mouth with a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tears of joy cascading down from her own cheeks onto his. The moment was perfect, and Tiffany realized this was the moment when she was starting to live the rest of the life she was always meant to live.

Epilogue

One year later.

The soundof the music shifted, causing the assembled guests to stand to their feet. Conrad could hardly contain his excitement as he waited for the doors of Journey Church to open and reveal his beautiful bride on the other side.

When it happened, the sheer magnitude of the moment took his breath away. With the light glowing around her, she looked like a perfect angel. She cascaded down the aisle in her perfectly tailored white wedding gown. The sheen of the silk shimmered as she moved in it, and though she had opted for a minimalist design, it did nothing to hide her beauty. Just the opposite; it made her the most beautiful bride he had ever seen.

She reached the end of the aisle, giving her hand to his as they turned to face Pastor Greg. The pastor greeted the guests, talked about love, and before Conrad knew what was happening, it was time for the vows.

“Do you promise to love and cherish, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, until death does part you?”

“I do,” Conrad proclaimed to everyone in the room.

Tiffany repeated the same vow before they moved on to the rings.

Conrad hadn’t expected it, but their wedding was speeding by so fast, he wondered if he blinked if he would miss it. It didn’t matter though. All that mattered was that in a few minutes, Tiffany would be his wife and they would be ready to share their lives together forever.

“You’re journey to this moment hasn’t been the easiest, but the road you took led you here for this exact reason. You’re just getting started, and the rest of your journey will be filled with laughs, tears, but most importantly love. That love will be the cornerstone of your lives and will guide you through each and every step. Now, it is my greatest pleasure, with the power vested in me by God and the state of New York, to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” Pastor Greg directed with a giant grin.

Conrad didn’t need a second prompting. He reached out and pulled Tiffany towards him, letting his lips claim hers as his own. In that moment, surrounded by their friends and family, and filled with the love of God and for each other, Conrad knew his life was complete.

* * *

Tiffany couldn’t keepfrom watching her husband from across the room. How did she get so lucky to find the perfect man for her? Conrad was exactly what she needed, encouraging her to continue her career, rooting her on when she succeeded, and comforting her when she didn’t, and loving her through it all.

“You did it, little sis, you’ve joined the married club,” Roger teased with a grin as he came up with Celeste on his arm. “How does it feel?”

“Wonderful. Thank you both for helping me with all of this. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“What can I say, between helping Lana with her wedding and planning my own, I somehow became an expert,” Celeste confessed. “I might even be able to give Roger a run for his money on party planning.”

“Bite your tongue,” he half-joked, kissing her on the mouth. “There’s only one Boswell around here good enough to be called the party expert.”

“He’s right about that,” Bryce chimed in as he and Lana came to stand beside the group. “I mean, he’s been all over planning our co-ed baby shower.”

Lana rubbed her rather large stomach and smiled. “This little one is going to be one spoiled baby. I mean, how are we ever going to top her baby shower and have a big enough birthday party in the future?”

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