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“We have a flight waiting for us at the airport nearby in the next hour, and we’ll be at our condo in two hours.”

“We’re not going home?”

“I thought we cleared that shit up, Lea. Home is with me. It was always supposed to be that way.”

“Yeah, but… my parents are going to freak out.”

“You didn’t give two fucks when you ran out last night, or is it because you’re with me and you know your father hates me?”

“Well, no. I don’t know how he feels about you. I won’t let him talk about you at all.”

“What?”

“You heard me. From the day he sent your father to prison, I never let him speak to me about you. He doesn’t get to talk about the man he stole from my life.”

“Wow. Damn. My father deserved to go to prison for those sexual assault crimes against our other neighbors, so telling your father about that was the right thing to do, but you standing up to your father is sexy as fuck.” He puffs up his chest like he’s pleased that I stood up to my father. “Well, then, let’s get going. You can talk to them when you feel like it. Get dressed.” He adjusts his clothes and then helps me fix mine. That’s when I spot the large gun he’s carrying.

“What are you doing with that?”

“My security team didn’t think it wise for me to go hightailing after you without protection.”

“Protection from me?”

“No, from the sick fucks trying to come after you.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the sick prick trying to get to your door, and neither have my uncle’s men who were just minutes behind me.”

“So what do you do, Jake?”

“I’m a corporate lawyer.”

I spy his figure, wondering what kind of lawyer looks like that because he’s too built to sit behind a desk. “Oh, but you don’t look like a corporate lawyer.”

“What’s a corporate lawyer supposed to look like?”

“I don’t know. My dad knows some, and they’re nothing like you.”

“Well, that’s because I’m not an old man with a big ego and little dick. I’ve had six years to work hard and prove myself, working out daily when I wasn’t studying to prepare to see my queen.”

I blush and continue straightening up and packing my things. “I’m ready.”

“Good, but we’re not leaving quite yet. There’s something else I need to do.”

“What is it?” He dips his hand in his pocket and smiles. “I love you with all my heart and always have. Will you marry me?”

“Of course, Jake. Of course.” He slides the ring on my finger and kisses me deeply. The sound of glass breaking somewhere breaks us apart.

“Let’s head out.”

He grabs my phone and calls someone. “I want to be out of here in the next two minutes,” he snarls into the phone.

“We’re clear, Mr. Richards. The piece of shit has been taken care of and the plane is ready.”

“Great. Remember, eyes down.”

“What?” I ask, wondering what he’s talking about.

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