Page 43 of Bossed Around

Olivia

Alexander had been acting strangely all day, his eyes gleaming with mischief and excitement. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something was definitely brewing in that mind of his. We walked together through the crowded city plaza, hand in hand, when I noticed several familiar faces appearing among the throng.

“Alexander,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him, “what’s going on?”

He turned to me, a wide, devilish grin spread across his face. “You’ll see, my darling Olivia.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling back at his infectious enthusiasm. As we continued navigating the bustling square, more and more familiar faces emerged—friends, family, even some of our coworkers from the company where we had first met.

“Alright, everyone!” Alexander suddenly announced, drawing our entourage to a halt. His voice was authoritative yet tender, commanding attention without overshadowing the atmosphere of affection and warmth. “Gather round, gather round.”

Our loved ones encircled us, their eyes shining with curiosity and joy. My heart drummed in my chest, its rhythm quickening as I tried to decipher what Alexander had planned. He gently squeezed my hand, offering a reassuring smile before he began to speak.

“Olivia,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes, “from the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. Your passion, your intelligence, your beauty—they captivated me like nothing else ever had.”

Heat flushed my cheeks; my breath caught in my throat as I listened to his heartfelt declaration. It felt as though there was an electric current humming between us, igniting every nerve ending and heightening my senses.

“Throughout our journey together,” Alexander continued, “I learned so much about love, trust, and partnership. And I want you to know that I will always prioritize you, your happiness, and our life together.”

My soul, my spirit, my being swelled with love for this man, my vision blurring with unshed tears as I drank in his words.

“Olivia,” he said, his voice brimming with raw vulnerability and desire, “I love you more than I ever thought possible. Will you marry me?”

A collective gasp echoed through the crowd, punctuating the gravity of this moment, but all I could focus on was Alexander—his tender gaze, his unwavering devotion, and the promise of a lifetime spent by his side.

The words hung in the air like a symphony, their melody filling my soul with an overwhelming sense of happiness and acceptance.

“Alexander,” I said, my voice trembling, “I love you, too.”

He smiled softly, his eyes glistening as he reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. It was the first time I said it back, but it felt so right.

“Olivia,” he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek, “I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life by your side, loving you, cherishing you, and building a future together.”

The magnitude of the moment began to sink in. This was it—the culmination of our journey, the beginning of our forever. It was real.

“Alexander,” I said, “yes, a thousand times yes. I will marry you!”

As the words left my lips, the world around us erupted into a cacophony of cheers and applause, but all I could see, all I could feel, was Alexander and the searing intensity of his embrace. His mouth crashed against mine, our bodies melding together as if drawn by some irresistible force, an inferno of passion and desire burning between us.

It had been almost impossible to separate long enough to reach his apartment, and as soon as he shut the door, his lips found mine.

Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, desperate to reacquaint ourselves with every curve and hollow, every shiver and moan elicited by our fevered exploration. The taste of him was intoxicating, dizzying, a heady mixture of lust and love that left me craving more.

“Olivia,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a husky growl, “I can’t wait to make you my wife, to worship your body and your soul in a way that only I can.”

His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity of his gaze penetrating the very core of my being. I was all too aware of the delicious friction between our bodies, the heat radiating off him as he leaned closer, stealing my breath away.

“Neither have I,” I admitted, my words barely audible as my heart raced in my chest.

Alexander pulled me close, his fingers tracing patterns along the curve of my waist, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin below my ear, making me shudder with pleasure. “I want to explore every inch of you, learn all the ways I can make you shiver and moan.”

“Show me,” I begged, my body aching for his touch.

With a growl, Alexander lifted me onto a nearby sofa, the cool leather a stark contrast against my heated skin. His hands roamed over my body with practiced ease, each caress setting my nerves ablaze, branding me as his own.

“Olivia,” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear, “you are my everything, my reason for living.”

“And you are mine,” I replied.

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