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[Charlotte] A proper proposal. That is what I had asked for earlier today when he made his joke proposal. I had only been kidding, at least mostly. But this is no joke. This powerful, proud, incredible man is kneeling before me with his heart on his sleeve and a ring in his hand. This is a serious proposal. "Micah..." I am speechless. My hands are shaking as I bend down to place my hands on either side of his face. Leaning forward, I kiss him sweetly, feeling his lips curl into a smile as I lean my forehead against his and reply, "Yes." He kisses me deeply as he pulls us both to our feet, his arms wrapping around me as the small box presses into my back. He breaks our kiss just long enough to put the ring on my finger before he kisses me again, pulling me up into his arms, my feet dangling above the ground. "You are mine," he laughs as he scoops me up and walks us both to the panic room. "What about dinner," I moan as we walk right past the beautifully arranged meal. "I was loo
[Charlotte]He walks me backward until my legs touch the edge of the bed. Carefully I unbutton his shirt the rest of the way as he removes his cufflinks and sets them aside. His chest is so beautifully masculine, well defined and mostly smooth with only the smallest amount of hair near the center in an auburn chestnut just a bit brighter than the hair on his head. I nuzzle into his warmth, letting my face rub up against his natural fuzz as I breathe in deeply. He smells amazing, maybe even more so because I know I get to keep him, that our love is not a question.I push his shirt down his arms and he kisses his way down my front until he reaches the hem of my slip. Carefully he kisses his way back up my body, taking his time as the slip moves up inch by delightful inch, until his lips meet mine again and I the slip is tossed aside. Standing naked before him, Micah takes a moment to admire me, to praise every part of me with his eyes and his words. “You have the most beautiful breasts
[Micah] Last night, I thought I was going to lose her again and it almost broke me in two. How silly the two of us were, so blinded by our pride that we almost let our love fall apart. Charlotte is my everything. When she walked away from me into that fog I saw my future flash before my eyes and it was a lonely one. Lonely because I want her, only her. Even if we sometimes fight, even if our love story is complicated and imperfect, she is the only one I want for the rest of my life. Before I met her, I hadn’t ever experienced love. There was a couple of times where I though I might have found it, but it has never been like this with anyone else. She doesn’t just accept me or forgive me for who I am, she loves me for who I am. She isn’t with me for money or power. She’s just with me because she loves me. I know that if I were to lose it all tomorrow, she’d still be her by my side.I have seen and done some terrible things in my life. I have a monstrous side, a dangerous part of who I
[Charlotte]Micah spent the rest of the morning acting strangely sneaky and suspicious. He has been giving me strange little sideways glances when he doesn’t think I’m looking. I have also watched him check his phone at least 10 times in the last hour as if he is waiting for a message. “Are you going to tell me, or do you want me to guess?” I finally say as I watch him check his phone for the 11th time.“I’m just taking care of a business thing,” he lies. “It is nothing for you to worry about.” I raise a single eyebrow. “Micah, you promised. No more secrets, no more lies.”“Even if it's a good secret?” he asks bashfully. He is definitely up to something. The beautiful ring he gave me last night catches the sunlight casting the back seat in miniature rainbows. “Is this a good secret, Micah,” I make sure that all of the doubt I am feeling is clear on my face. “Because this feels like you are up to something.”“I promise you that you will appreciate the results,” he dodges the questio
[Charlotte] My mouth drops open. All he had to do was make a phone call and my marriage to Andy was over. “Doesn’t this change our timeline a bit?” I ask, suddenly more than a little nervous. “Part of the plan involves Andy trusting me enough to introduce me to his other boss. I need to get into a position of trust and THEN we discard him when we don’t NEED him anymore.” “I don’t see it as a problem,” he replies smugly. “Of course you don’t!” I shout. “You’re not the one who has to make it work! Agghhhh!!!” He opens the box of pastries in his lap. “Croissant or beignet?” “What?” I shake my head in confusion. “I thought we were having an argument. Why are you offering me food?” “I think you might be hangry.” “Hangry?” I give him a hard side eye. "Hangry?!"“Yes,” he laughs, “As in hungry plus angry," he speaks with his hands, showing how the two words go together, "Hangry." “I know what hangry means, Micah.” I groan. “I'm not a child, you don't have to force me to eat. Also,
[Charlotte] "You can't be serious," I laugh. He isn't laughing. He just looks at me expectantly as the truth sinks in. "You are serious, aren't you? You want me to convince my husband to re-marry me after our divorce is final." "Yes," he nods simply. "But wouldn’t I be secretly married to you? Wouldn’t that be difficult to hide?” I counter, trying to make sense of all of this. Micah grins and I realize what I just said. “So you agree to marry me as soon as your divorce is final?” I blush, wiggling uncomfortably in my seat. “Maybe," I confess. I was eventually going to tell him that I agreed to his plan for a secret wedding, but I was hoping to make him sweat it out a bit longer first. His devious smile stretches from ear to ear as he grabs my left hand, the one wearing the ring, and kisses it. He is still looking at me in adoration even as his tone becomes serious. “It’ll be tricky, but we will just have to keep the marriage a secret. Luckily I have lots of friends who can help
[Charlotte]Micah is going to make me wait all day to find out the latest “surprise.” Which makes it SO hard to pretend that today is just another Friday in the office.My work friend, Seb, has taken over as Andy’s new assistant. “Hey Girlie,” he smiles at me as we ride up the elevator to the executive floor.“Are you ready to take over the corporate world?”“Maybe after I’ve had my coffee,” I give him a sideways smile as I hold onto the coffee cart. Everyone’s getting ready for the weekend, which means extra caffeine.He laughs. “We’ll I’ll see you later then,” he waves as he steals his coffee and a scone from the cart. "Love ya, doll face!""Love ya right back," I holler at his backside as he leaves the elevator, which gives us a few glares--not because anything is happening between us (Seb is more likely to try to date Andy than he is to date me) but because we are annoyingly loud and the elevator is small. As I push the cart, giving everyone their orders, I see Andy waiting for me
[Charlotte] “Micah, stop! Talk to me!” I beg as he pulls me through his office and into the small VIP apartment. As soon as we are shut inside he presses the code to lock all the doors and keep anyone, even those with a key, from entering. Once the doors are properly sealed, he falls to the ground in a heap. He punches his fists straight into the ground and takes several deep breaths. His skin, where visible, is beet red, and his body is shaking as he rocks back and forth. I stand back, afraid. I have never seen him like this before. After several minutes of listening to his ragged breathing start to calm, with a shaking voice I risk a quiet, questioning “Micah?” He doesn’t respond at first. He takes a few more deep breaths and after a deep exhale explains. “I almost killed him, mon ange. I almost stormed into that office and beat his head in for talking to you that way, for touching you when he shouldn’t, for acting like you belong to him.” He finally looks up and I can see his