My First Time with Dad's Billionaire Boss(34)

By: Lia Lee

I finally graduated, and I’m working in a great little gallery in Manhattan. I’m dating a man who treats me like a princess, and I’m getting close to Micah, who’s a great kid and shares my appreciation for superhero movies. But I never want to replace his mom. I know that Danneel will always hold a special place in both Micah’s and Nathaniel’s heart, and I’m completely okay with that.

And as for Nathaniel and me? I swear I love him more every day.

I do a few little jumps and spins, and turn to see Nathaniel grinning at me.

“A woman of many talents,” he says as he takes my hand.

“And I’m just getting started,” I quip with a smile.

“Don’t I know it. Shall we sit?”

I nod, and he leads me over to one of the benches at the side of the rink. Fairy lights twinkle in the trees overlooking the pond and skaters pass us in a blur. It’s cold, but not bitingly so, and I take a deep breath and let it all surround me. My dad and Micah circle around again and Nathaniel waves Micah over. Micah gives him a grimace but waddles off the ice and comes up to us.

“Yeah, Dad? I want to make sure Bruce doesn’t fall,” he says, and I bite back a laugh. Nathaniel pulls something out of his coat pocket and hands it to Micah, and the two exchange what can only be described as a giddy smile.

Micah waddles over to me, grinning, and thrusts something at me, then goes back onto the ice. I laugh and look down at my hands. He’s handed me a little black box. I glance at Nathaniel, who’s watching me, a small smile on his lips.

I open it, and there’s a key inside. I recognize it as the key to Nathaniel's penthouse. I look up at him in shock, then look back at the key, noticing something shiny dangling from the keychain.

“Oh my God,” I say, tears springing to my eyes. A penthouse key… and a diamond ring. I stare at Nathaniel, and he gives me one of his gorgeous, lazy, mouthwatering grins.

“I told you I was never letting you go again.” A few tears are streaming down my face, and then he makes me cry harder by getting down on one knee and taking my hands into his.

“I love you with everything I am, Poppy. I want forever with you, and I promise we’ll make it beautiful. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Yes,” I cry, getting on my knees and throwing my arms around him. “Yes, Nathaniel. I can’t wait to marry you.”

He kisses me, my joyful tears mirrored with tears of his own. He holds me close, making love to my lips.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my mouth.

“I love you, too. Forever.”

“All mine?”

“All yours.”

When we finally break apart, we settle against the back of the bench, steering our eyes upward to the sky. It’s a clear night, with billions of silver stars winking at us, and the occasional laugh from Micah, out on the rink, each time Dad almost slips on the ice face-first.

There’s a phrase for what I’m feeling; a perfect sentence that I know not many people can often say in their lifetime.

Peace of mind. Yes, that’s the phrase.

Nothing will ever beat this moment, and nothing will ever tear us apart.