Page 112 of Arrogant Playboy

Tears run down her face. “You’d move to Dubai, for me?”

“Yes. I would move heaven and earth for you.”

“You hurt me when you left,” she says quietly.

“I know, baby,” I say, kissing her hand, “I got scared and ran. These past couple of weeks without you have been the worst. Getting the call about your accident, I thought … I thought I’d lost you and I’d never known pain like that before.”

“I missed you, too,” she confesses. Hope sparks in my veins. “When Ivy gave me the promotion, you were the first person I wanted to call, but I couldn’t. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“I know you did.”

“I was going to tell you when I gave you the tour of your home. I couldn’t keep it from you anymore. I was also going to tell you, yes, that I was willing to give us a chance and take things publicly.”

“You were?” Fuck. I had no idea. I’m an idiot.

She nods. “Have you seen the property?”

“Yes,” My face lightens, “it was the most amazing gift I’ve ever received. The small touches that you put everywhere made me fall in love with you even more.”

“I was hoping if I put my stamp on it enough you would only ever see me there and wouldn’t ever bring another woman to that home.”

“There is no other woman for me ever again, do you understand?” I ask her. She nods. “Don’t they say in sickness and in health?”

“When you get married, they do.”

“Guess we’re testing those vows out before the day then.” Rosie’s mouth falls open as she stares at me in shock. “I mean what I say, I’m all in.”

“Me too.” Wait, did I hear that correctly? “I love you, too, Daniel,” she declares, and I jump up and kiss her lips ever so gently not wanting to hurt her.

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“And we’re no longer hiding that?”

“No.”

“Thank fuck,” I say, kissing her again.

44

DANIEL

Rosie’s been in the hospital for a week and is being discharged today. I’m picking her up and taking her to her surprise, it’s something I’ve been working on all week.

“Hey my beautiful girl,” I say.

Rosie rolls her eyes at me, but even with her bruises, she’s still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

“I’m ready to go home.” She sighs as I help her into the car, her arm in a sling thanks to the dislocation. I put the seatbelt on for her and make sure she is all good before hopping in. “Where are we going?” she asks as we take off.

“Patience, little one, I promise you will like it.”

She gives me a frown but looks out the window. “The city fascinates me so much, the old mixing with the new.”

“Are you looking forward to building a life here?” I ask.

“Not forever, but for the foreseeable future, yes.”

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