Page 169 of Fighting Mr. Knight

Everyone goes quiet. Most of our close friends know what I’m about to do.

Poppy walks in with Lucy beside her, both delighted at being the centre of attention.

I eyeball Lucy.Don’t fuck this up for me.

Bonnie looks at me in confusion.

She scans the garden then turns back to me and asks in a lowered tone, “What’s going on, Jack? Is there something wrong with the sound system?”

There’s nothing wrong with the sound system, but my fucking heart might give in. This is definitely one of the most nerve-wracking things a bloke has to do. Or a gal.

“No, Bonnie, everything’s fine.”

With clammy hands, I untie the ribbon around Lucy’s neck as she gives me a lick. Attached is a small box.

Danny’s wife, Charlie smiles at me encouragingly. They finally got married a few months ago.

Bonnie’s hands go to her mouth when I drop to one knee. She looks like she is about to scream but no sound comes out.

For the first time in my life, I don’t know if I’ll be able to get my words out. It’s a risk doing it in front of everyone.

I look over at her dad and he nods. I’ve already asked him.

“Bonnie, I’ve waited forty years for this. There’s a lot I’ve been blessed with in my life. I was obsessed with building the most prestigious hotels, the tallest office blocks, the most luxurious apartments.” I pause to take a breath. “The truth is all I need is you. So long as you’re with me, I’d happily leave it all and work on a construction site. You are, and always will be, the love of my life. Will you marry me?”

She stares at me with wide eyes. Her lips part but she remains quiet.

Bonnie?Don’t leave me hanging.

“Yes!” she squeals, flinging her arms around me. “Of course, I will.”

The day after the proposal

Bonnie

The lounge room door bangs open so loudly I scream.

“Ja-ack?” I stammer, his name barely off my lips as a naked Jack barrels through the lounge pushing me backwards until he has my back pressed against the wall.

Everything about him is erect. He towers over me standing to his full height with his cock pushed against my stomach.

His piercing brown eyes blaze down at me as his jaw works. His hair is dishevelled, and his bare chest is glistening with sweat.

He looks unhinged. What the hell is wrong with him?

“Are you okay, Jack?”

He doesn’t answer. He grabs my wrists and forces my arms against the wall.

“There’s my little mate,” he growls. His teeth come down to graze the delicate skin on my neck.

His littlemate?

Doesn’t he mean fiancée?

His teeth continue to pull at my neck as his hands hold mine above my head. It’s like he’s swallowed a gallon of testosterone and Jack’s levels were already through the roof.

I yelp a little.

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