Page 25 of Strings Attached

I can't argue with that. As I head out of the office, waving goodbye to Lilian, my excitement for tonight grows as I exit the office. I can’t believe that it’s been four months, not only that, I’m so deeply in love with him.

When I arrive at Evander's home, I'm surprised to find it dark and quiet. "Evander?" I call out as I enter, setting down my purse.

Suddenly, soft music begins to play and candles flicker to life around the room. Evander emerges from the shadows, looking dashing in a suit.

"Welcome home," he says with a warm smile, taking my hand and pulling me close. "I hope you don't mind that I changed our plans. I wanted tonight to be special."

My heart races as I take in the romantic scene. The scattered deep red roses, the beautiful bouquets of red and white roses that are set on the table and window. The low dim of the lights, along with fairy lights. It’s a breathtaking sight and my heart is thumping. "It's perfect," I whisper. "But what's the occasion?"

Evander's eyes shine with emotion as he gazes at me. "Mireille, these past four months with you have been the happiest of my life. You've brought so much joy and laughter into my world. I can't imagine my life without you in it."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. My breath catches as he drops to one knee.

"Mireille Fontaine, will you marry me?"

Tears of joy spring to my eyes as I nod emphatically. "Yes! Of course yes!"

Evander slips the ring on my finger before standing and pulling me into a passionate kiss. As we break apart, both grinning widely, I can't believe how far we've come. From grumpy boss and clumsy assistant to engaged couple—it's more than I ever dared to dream.

"I love you," I tell him softly.

"And I love you," Evander replies. "More than I ever thought possible."

He presses his lips against mine; the kiss grows from sweet to intense the moment his tongue slides between my lips.

Evander's hands roam down my back as we kiss passionately. I melt into his embrace, unable to comprehend what’s just happened. When we finally break apart, we're both breathless.

"I can't believe this is real," I whisper, gazing at the sparkling ring on my finger.

Evander chuckles softly. "Believe it. You're stuck with me now."

I grin up at him. "Stuck with you? More like the luckiest woman in the world."

He pulls me close again, resting his forehead against mine. "I'm the lucky one," he murmurs. "I never thought I'd find someone who could put up with my grumpy moods and workaholic tendencies."

"Well, you did hire me as your assistant," I tease. "Dealing with your moods was part of the job description."

Evander laughs, the sound warming me from the inside out. "And you've exceeded all expectations. In every possible way."

His lips find mine again, and I lose myself in the kiss. As it deepens, I feel a familiar heat building between us. Evander's hands slide lower, cupping my backside and pulling me flush against him.

"What do you say we take this celebration to the bedroom?" he suggests, his voice low and husky.

I smirk up at him. "I thought you'd never ask."

With a playful growl, Evander scoops me up in his arms, carrying me bridal-style towards the bedroom. As he lays me gently on the bed, I'm struck by how perfect this moment is. How perfect we are together.

"I love you, Evander Prescott," I say softly, reaching up to caress his cheek.

His blue eyes shine with emotion as he leans down to kiss me tenderly. "And I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Prescott."

His fingers move to my dress and he unzips it, pulling it from my body, my panties following quickly after. I watch, transfixed as he strips down out of his suit. I’m lying naked on the bed watching him. My chest heaving with anticipation.

“Beautiful,” he says thickly as he sinks a finger into my pussy. He begins to move in and out of my pussy, his thick finger pushing me to the brink.

"That's it, baby, I want you to come,” his voice is hoarse and deep, filled with love and lust.

I gasp. “Oh, Evander,” I cry as he adds another finger inside of me, I can’t hold back any longer, my body tightens as pleasure rushes through me. I cry out his name as he growls low in his throat.

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