Page 78 of Our Broken Pieces
He’s proposing.
I look around, feeling the eyes of other guests on me. Marcus gains my attention, taking my hand. When he looks deep into my eyes, all the commotion falls away. “Gigi, you’re one of my best friends, and I couldn’t think of a better way for a life partnership to begin than with friendship. You know the best and worst parts of me and still show me so much grace and care. I want to begin and end each day with you. I want to come home to you, laugh with you, have you come up with fifty more crazy nicknames for me, sleep next to you, journey through this life with you.”
He opens the small box in his hands, and I see an art deco diamond ring, with emeralds surrounding the center stone. It’s unique, and it’s insanely gorgeous. He takes the ring from the case and looks into my eyes.
“Marry me, princess?”
The only sound around us is the fireworks, and the only thing I can see right now is Marcus’s face.
I nod and shout, “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”
This is supposed to be fake, for show, but his words were so sincere. There’s no stopping my tears as he slips the ring on my hand, and I bend down, grabbing his face and kissing him. I hear clapping around us; we probably put on quite a show. And it’s inthis moment, in this kiss, with his ring on my hand, that I know I’ve fallen in love with my fake fiance.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Marcus
Fuck, it felt so right sliding that ring on her finger. Seeing it on her hand, claiming her, it all made me so hard I couldn’t see straight. I slow our kiss, placing my forehead to hers.
“Please tell me you’re okay with watching fireworks again tomorrow, because, fuck, Gigi, I need to be inside you right now.”
“I’m really okay with that. Get me back to the room, please.”
I flag down our server, giving them my card. It feels like it takes forever for them to return. As soon as they do, I scribble my name, tip them an ungodly amount, and take Gigi’s hand, leading us out of the restaurant.
We make it back to the suite and I close the door. As soon as it latches, I’m on her, crashing my lips to hers.
I pause. “I need you out of this dress.”
“Sit, prince.”
I look at the couch, then I look at her. “Enjoy it while you can, princess, because this will be the only time you tell me what to do.”
She raises an eyebrow, pointing to the couch, so I go. I lean back, and she steps between my legs, turning around, facing away from me.
“Help me with my zipper?”
I lean forward and lower the zipper, letting my fingers glide along the smooth skin by her spine. Once I reach the bottom, I kiss the base of her back. She glides her arms through the straps by her shoulders, and the dress drops to form a massive pool of blue fluff at her feet, leaving her naked before me. I run my hand up her back, then spank her, a mixture of a gasp and a moan leaving her mouth. I love watching her ass bounce when I do it, seeing the red mark it leaves behind on her pale skin.
“That’s for telling me what to do. Go to the bed, Gigi.”
She steps out of the dress and walks to our bed. She stops when she reaches the mattress. “How do you want me, Charming?”
“Such a perfect princess for asking me.” I kiss her neck. “On your knees, hands on the headboard.”
She climbs on the mattress, and I turn on a lamp across the room. When I turn back, she’s positioned perfectly. “Fuck, you’re a vision, Gigi.”
I climb onto the mattress, on my knees beside her. I run my hand across the expanse of bare skin before me. I stop my movements when I reach her ass.
“I want to play so bad right now, princess.”
“Tell me what to do.” She glances back at me with curious eyes.
“Tell me that you trust me.”
“I trust you with my life, Marcus.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
