The song choice from me to Jake is playing across the floor surrounding us as we sway. We’re still
wrapped up in each other our eyes focused intently. The swell of happiness between us is infectious
and I don’t think either of us has stopped smiling since his dance-floor proposal an hour ago. I truly
know happiness beyond all bounds. I wanted to reply to his song, after all it was our tradition, and in a
grand fashion to match his, the DJ was more than happy to oblige when the orchestra finally took their
leave.
Ella Henderson “Yours” plays beautifully across the room, telling him everything I want to say right now.
He sways me around the dance floor for the hundredth time, wrapped in his arms and smiling like
crazy. Feeling like I could die from contentment. People were congratulating us the whole way through
the meal and neither of us has managed to stop touching the other; smiling brightly with only eyes for
each other. I can’t stop glancing at my hand over his wide shoulder to the understated delicate diamond
ring, showing me he’d really thought about what I would like. Non-showy, vintage, and perfectly me. He
chose something that I would’ve chosen for myself, elegant and meaningful, rather than a display of
wealth. Jake knows me a lot better than I think he gives himself credit for.
Sarah appeared and enveloped me in kisses and tears as soon as I had that ring on my finger. She’s
now swaying with Marcus, feet away on the floor, looking merry and drunk, and very much like a girl in
love. Marcus is looking quite groomed and a little different, eyes aglow with infatuation for Sarah,
evident on the face of a man I’ve never warmed to. Maybe I’ve always been too harsh on him, seeing
them together with new eyes, the love evident between them, and the way they seem to fit so
effortlessly together, like Jake and I do but in their own way.
I can’t help but look back at the man of my dreams and take in every part of that face. Someone has
his attention to the left of me, and he’s smiling and answering with an amused furrowed brow, his sultry
low voice always makes my blood pump faster. His arms around my waist tightly, mine around his
neck, bow tie now undone and hanging loose at each side of his collar. The jacket is gone and shirt
open at the top. He looks exactly like he should, sexually casual, and a little rough around the edges,
yet confidently tailored to perfection even when his tie is discarded. The boyish bad boy Carrero always
dominating every part of him and it’s exactly who I always want him to be.
The whole night is a blur of smiles, giddiness, and floaty memories of people I know hugging me, and
lots and
lots of kissing. Jake has kissed my lipstick off, kissed me until my cheeks are permanently blushed, and
my mouth puffy.
Yet that doesn’t seem to be able to stave off the craving to kiss me more, not that I’m complaining.
Kissing Jake is my
all-time favorite thing in the world. That seductive mouth locked onto mine bringing our hearts together
as one. No one makes me feel the way he does with something so simple as a gentle brushing of lips.
Just the proximity of him to me, eyes locked and noses touching, makes every part of me surrender to
his will.
Jake stops talking to whoever has his attention and turns back to give it all to me, another kiss and soft
grazing of noses that make my body tingle for him. He knows no bounds when it comes to being tender
and gentle with me, and I love that it’s a part of him reserved only for me and our unborn child. The
side of him that the world never sees and probably couldn’t associate with the ‘Playboy Carrero
Casanova’ public figure that women still drool over. He was never that way with his endless
meaningless women, never so touchy and adoring with them at all and it only highlights what I mean to
him.
“You thought I was going to say no, didn’t you? Even though we were technically engaged.” I sway with
him, now completely relaxed, with so much heart swelling
love. Moving to the music emphasizes his powerful body and he positions my feet to stand on the
shoes of his toes so he can dance me around, reaching my lips a little better. I feel
like a child, but with his arms encircling me tightly I don’t want to be anywhere else. He always has a
way of making me feel protected and cared for, even if it’s just propping sunglasses on my face in
bright light or taking off my
shoes in the car home after a dance, or swirling me around on his feet so I can stand and relax as he
takes control of
my movements.
“The thought crossed my mind about a million times once we got here. I’m not going to lie I started to
panic that I was going about this the wrong way, bambino.” He grimaces at the memory and scoops
down to kiss me again. His face one of confidence, showing no hint of doubt now. Camera’s flash
nearby but Jake is completely oblivious to paparazzi attention, I on the other hand am still adjusting.
“I love you, Mr. Carrero. This was beyond perfect.” I smile lovingly.
The fireworks display lasted forty-five minutes and was beyond spectacular. We crowded outside in
droves, after the emotion of the moment calmed down, and saw the last half of the most magnificent
fireworks display ever. Jake draped his jacket around me and held me in his arms for warmth while we
watched in awed silence. He certainly supplied, as promised ‘Fireworks and a floor show’ and in true
Jake Carrero style it was go big or go home.
He smiles back.
“Mrs. Carrero … Emma Carrero. God, I love how that sounds.” He moves his forehead to mine and
continues to move our feet in time to the ballad. “I can’t imagine anything more perfect than this.” He
brings a hand to my face and trails his fingertips across my bottom lip, oblivious to the flashes of
cameras nearby going off repetitively again. Unfortunately, the press appeared at some point. I’m not
sure if they caught the moment he proposed but they were here for the fireworks and seem to like the
tender moments we are having a little too much.
We’re moving around lost in each other’s eyes when we become aware of commotion behind us;
raised voices and the smashing of a glass. I turn to see what’s going on and I’m completely
unsurprised to see it coming from Daniel and Leila, off to one side of the floor amid a group of gaping
bystanders …
“Why are you here with him?” Daniel has Leila by the wrist and she’s struggling to wrench it free; fiery
fury latched onto fiery fury. Daniel looks poised and ready to beat someone with a death glare across
that handsome face. His grip on Leila only accentuates how muscular he is.
I never really notice it when he’s with Jake since Jake is much broader. He is equally tall, with sandy
blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, and right now he’s terrifying; aggression rippling through him the
same way it seems to ignite Jake. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of them as a pair.
“Shit,” Jake mutters and lets me go, lifting me from his shoes, pulling me with him. He heads their way
in a rather brisk fashion.
“It’s nothing to do with you who I date.” Leila spits back, eyes flaring at him from her much smaller
height, arm wrenching and attempting to kick him with her killer pointed heels, just as Jake intervenes.
“Daniel, take this outside, come on. It’s too public here and the press are lurking because of my
engagement.” Jake nods toward the men mulling around with cameras, aiming this way. Jake keeps
my hand in his and draws me closer to shield the pair from probing lenses. Daniel looks around as
though realizing where we are, his face softens a little, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of heartache
for him at the utter devastation on his face. Kurt is lurking nearby but even I can tell he knows he’s no
match for Daniel Hunter, not in the slightest; that dominant alpha male thing that Jake exudes is a
Hunter trait too.
Leila snatches her hand away and turns to Jake, imploringly, raising her hands in complete frustration.
“There’s nothing to take outside … I’m. Not. Interested!” She throws her hands on her hips in defiance,
but Daniel scoops her up in his arms in a flash, ignoring any attempts from her to refuse him, and turns
on his heel to march out toward the pitch-black gardens with a look of sheer rage. There’s a flash of
cameras and Jake grimaces, grabs my hand a little more firmly, pulling me to follow the bickering pair
into the night air.
We stop a few times to thank well-wishers in passing, as if it’s the most surreal thing ever. I can see
Hunter’s back with a struggling pair of legs sticking out to one side. They disappear behind a swaying
velvet curtain and I have the urge to go follow them in a hurry.
“Put me down … NOW!” there’s an unmistakable yell as we get into the cooler night air and dim lights.
Jake pulls the doors closed behind us and a waiter inside draws the curtains instinctively. I blink back at
the movement and catch a tight look on Jake’s face. It makes me wonder if he issued the command for
privacy. Or maybe the staff of this establishment are used to safeguarding its high-profile clientele from
the media. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to their intruding presence.
Jake pulls me in front of him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders now we’re about seven feet
away from the pair.
Leila is sitting as stiff and as straight as she can in his hold. Her legs taught and knees together, arms
folded across her chest, staring straight ahead to avoid his glare. It would be almost comical if it weren’t
for that hopeless look on Hunter’s face as he gazes at the rigid little woman in his arms. I can see the
love he has for her pouring out like a waterfall.
“Not until you tell me you’re going to break up with that asshole, Leila.” Daniel is beyond livid, speaking
through gritted teeth, sounding every bit the jealous boyfriend. I glance at Jake aware of another
similarity and catch him smirking back at me.
At least he knows it.
Daniel has an air of aggression that Jake usually emanates and for a moment I think he might chuck
Leila on the ground. The way he’s taking in her stubborn face and closed-off posture I wouldn’t blame
him right now. The girl is more stubborn than me and has less ability to give any leeway.
“He wants to marry me. Why would I dump a guy who actually wants love and commitment from me?”
She spits at him sarcastically, wriggling instead, realizing neither of them are going to back down with
this odd standoff.
Daniel drops Leila down onto her own feet and yanks her around to face him with a little too much fury.
He’s holding her by the upper arms, so they are inches apart, ducking his head to try to bridge their
height difference.
I tense up, ready to wade in at his volatile behavior,
but Jake’s arms on me tighten. He obviously knows Daniel would never physically hurt her or I would
be behind him right now.
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