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“Mr. Bradshaw is already on the plane,” the driver spoke, handing us our bags.
“Thank you.” I smiled.
Stepping onto the plane, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’d seen private jets in the movies but never one in real life. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen.
“There you are.” Miles smiled, kissing my cheek.
“Hi. Miles, I’d like you to meet my best friend, Jordyn.”
“Jordyn, it’s nice to meet you.” Miles extended his hand.
“The pleasure is all mine, Miles.” She grinned. “Thank you for letting us fly home on your private plane.”
“You’re welcome. Come sit down.” He gestured.
“You must be Stella.” A man stood from his seat. “I’m Levi, Miles’ best friend. This is my girlfriend, Laurel.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Laurel smiled.
After introductions were made, Miles took my hand and led me to the seat next to his.
“Once we take off, we can go sit on the couch. It’s more comfortable.”
“This plane is amazing.” I smiled.
“Thank you. I’m happy you like it. So, here’s the plan. When we get back to New York, you’ll start packing your things to move into my penthouse. I’ll take care of the marriage license, and we’ll get married at the courthouse on Friday. I’ll also need your banking information so I can deposit the first half of the money into your account.”
“So, you were the Kensington’s nanny?” Levi sat down next to us.
“Yes. I really miss the children.”
“Well, won’t Nadine be in for a surprise when she hears about your nuptials?” He grinned. “Being Mrs. Miles Bradshaw puts you in a class above her. Damn, this is good.” He chuckled.
“Enough, Levi,” Miles spoke.
Chapter Eleven
WEDDING DAY
Miles
After putting on my suit, I grabbed the small velvet box from the dresser, flipped the lid, and stared at the white gold diamond band—the ring I’d place on Stella’s finger. Today would be the day my entire life would change. The thought had me rattled all week. Getting married and having her move in with me was enough to drive me over the edge. This was never part of my life’s plan, and my mother knew it. This was just another ploy on her part to ruin my life.
“I can’t believe you’re going through with this, Miles,” my driver, Sean, said as he drove me to Stella’s apartment.
“I don’t have a choice.” I stared out the window.
He pulled up to her building, and I took the elevator up to her apartment. Knocking on the door, Jordyn answered.
“Hello, handsome.” She smiled. “Come on in. Your bride is almost ready.”
My stomach twisted in a knot at her words. Perhaps I should have brought Stella some flowers. Shit. I wasn’t any good at this. I had never been.
“Hi.” I heard her voice from behind as I stood in the living room with my hands tucked into my pants pockets.
Turning around, I lost my breath as she stood there in a short, white beaded cocktail dress.
“Wow. You look beautiful.” I smiled.
