Page 199 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
I gulped. "But we..."
"Are you going to fight me on this too?" He gave me a mischievous smile.
He wanted to marry me. He wasn't proposing but he was telling me that he eventually would. It was fast and crazy and just like our whole relationship had been like. And I couldn't have been more excited. "No." My voice sounded airy.
He smiled and climbed out of bed. He disappeared into his closet. I was only 20 years old. He was my first boyfriend. But everything felt right. This is how I imagined love would feel. The rest of the day suddenly seemed easier to face. I wasn't just in love with him. I was going to marry this man. I shouldn't be ashamed of telling my parents or the dean. This was my choice. I needed to own it. Just like Melissa had told me.
I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. When he reappeared in the bedroom he was wearing a pair of navy blue pants and a gray dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked handsome and sophisticated.
He looked at his watch. "Ellen's already here. So unfortunately you'll need to get dressed."
I was wearing one of his shirts. I was excited to meet his chef or maid or whatever her title was. I'd just call her Ellen I guess. I went into the closet as he went into the bathroom.
I had never met the dean before. And this would probably be the only time I did. Professor Hunter was dressed in business casual clothes because that's what he usually wore. I pulled on a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a light cardigan. I slid on a pair of flats and walked out of the closet. He was standing by the window, looking out at the street below. Another news truck had arrived on the scene and there were about a dozen people standing outside. I wasn't sure if they were reporters or paparazzi or what. This situation was surreal. I didn't want to think about them. We'd know our fate soon enough.
"Do you think this is okay?"
James turned his attention to me and smiled. "I'm not sure if he's going to be paying attention to what you're wearing. But you look beautiful." He gave me a chaste kiss, grabbed my hand, and led me out to the kitchen.
A woman was standing at the stove. She had short brunette hair and looked a little older than my mother. She was wearing an apron. As soon as she heard the door open, she turned toward us. She had a huge smile on her face. I instantly liked her.
"You must be Penny. Oh dear, aren't you pretty. James didn't exaggerate."
I could feel my cheeks turning pink.
"Penny, this is Ellen," James said.
I smiled at her. "It's so nice to meet you."
"I've heard so much about you, dear."
I smiled up at James. He shrugged his shoulders. It was cute that he talked to her about me.
"And how do you prefer your eggs?" Ellen asked and turned back to the stove.
"Scrambled." This was weird. I wasn't used to someone making breakfast for me. "Do you need help with anything?"
Ellen laughed. "I like you already. But no. Sit, sit."
I sat down in a stool next to James. He put his elbow on the counter and rested his chin in his palm. He was still wearing his glasses. He was smiling at me.
"You look sexy in glasses," I whispered to him.
"Is that why you're looking at me like that?" he whispered back.
"Like what?"
He leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. "Like you want me right here, right now."
His words sent a chill down my spine.
He pecked my cheek and pulled away from me. There were two newspapers on the counter. The Wall Street Journal and the Delaware Post. I assumed he always got The Wall Street Journal,but he had asked for the local paper because of the article it contained.
"Have you read it?" he asked Ellen.
Ellen sighed. "The things people say. If they could see how happy you are, you'd think they'd leave well enough alone. My husband is ten years older than me and no one ever gave me a hard time for it. Love is love. Circumstances be damned."
James laughed. "I'm guessing it's bad then?"
