Page 74 of The Billionaire and the Maid

“Nope. But look at all those new rooms we have to christen,” he says as he turns to me and smirks.

I roll my eyes. “You’re impossible.”

His smirk morphs into a giant grin. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Probably not,” I reply with a wink.

He laughs and I let him get out and open my door. He holds out his hand and I accept it. I hear Gus and Greta parking behind us, but my eyes are fixed on Chase.

He pulls me to him and wraps his big arms around me. “Hi,” I say as he leans down and rests his forehead on mine, a move that’s become familiar and comforting.

“Hi,” he replies.

“So…this is really happening, huh,” I muse.

“You aren’t getting cold feet, are you?” he asks with a look of concern as he searches my eyes.

I giggle and shake my head a little. “No. I just can’t believe this is all real.”

“What’s all real?” he questions.

I pull back and motion to everything around us. “All of this.”

He leans back toward me and presses his lips to mine, and for a long moment, it’s just Chase and me, the rest of the world is a blur of activity, but I don’t see, hear, or feel it.

When we pull apart, I look up into his eyes and smile. “I never thought I’d get this.”

He laughs in confusion. “Get what, princess?”

“Get my happily ever after,” I reply with a smile as I stare into the eyes of the man I love, the man who loves me back, the man who’s so much better than I could have ever dreamed of or imagined. I guess dreams really do come true.

EPILOGUE

Chase

“Fuck. Why am I so nervous?” I say to Laurel as I drive to meet Ella at the stables.

“Uh, because you’re about to propose to the woman you love?” she replies with an evil laugh.

“Very funny. You’re not even here for moral support,” I state.

“You don’t need moral support, asswipe,” Tate interjects.

Maybe three-way calling my brother and cousin was a bad idea for calming my nerves. Ella has met them both. We visited Tate two months ago and we went down to meet Laurel in St. Lucia just three weeks ago. Both trips ended with them telling me that I better not fuck it up.

“Are your parents excited?” Laurel asks.

“Laurel, do you even know your aunt and uncle?” Tate asks in a sarcastic tone.

“Fuck off, buttwipe. Idoknow them. They aren’t as awful as you both make them out to be. I mean, they could be worse, look at Ella’s stepmom,” Laurel points out.

“Touché,” Tate replies. “Talk about a royal bitch.”

“Tate!” I scold.

“What? She’s awful. I can’t believe Ella turned out as normal as she is,” Tate continues.

“OMG! Tate, shut the fuck up! I swear, you are such an ignoramus!” Laurel yells.

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