The Summer Proposal Novels & Stories

Everyone in our circle knew me as Violet Gilman's devoted lapdog of a boyfriend. If she told me to jump into a river, I jumped. If she wanted me kneeling in the rain all night, I knelt through the night. I was so obedient that when she kept a boy toy on the side, I'd even volunteer to bring him condoms. People in our circle praised her for raising such a good lapdog, and sneered at me, certain I'd stoop to anything just to marry into money. But when she brought up marriage herself at a family dinner, I shook my head and turned her down. "I've already done everything there is to do. Marriage, though? That, we can skip."

And the photo of them sharing a lunchbox on set didn't have any dining atmosphere, let alone intimacy. As she continued to read, she couldn't help but laugh. She immediately called Calvin. Calvin answered the phone quickly this time. She deliberately adopted a stern tone. "Mr. Calvin, do you have an explanation for me?" Calvin was puzzled. "Explanation for what?" "I Want Summer" is about to air, featuring Julia in a bikini with the CEO being intimate!"

Valentine's Day was supposed to be the day Adrian Weldon proposed. The night before, he texted me, saying he wanted to give me the proposal I deserved. [Summer, you and our baby deserve a real family.] I held my phone and grinned like an idiot forever. I even picked out a loose white dress to hide my five-month bump. I thought it would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, I got to the mountain and learned the truth. There was no proposal.

It feels like the first week of summer all over again where we hosted this Welcome party. Now we're hosting another, and this time it's a send-off party. The kind of gathering where we say goodbyes to the friends we made over the holidays. I overhear a couple promising each other to call and text everyday, some breaking up because they can't commit to a long distance relationship. I can't even find Noah anywhere, and I'm nervous about how we'll end up after this summer. I don't want to be remembered as some random girl he hooked up with during a summer vacation in Hawaii. Yes, I want to be remembered, but not that way.

“This isn’t the first time, and I’m tired of pretending I’m the only one trying.” He stopped, rubbing the back of his neck. I shouldn’t be listening. But there was something raw about his voice. Something that made walking away feel wrong. His tone softened, just barely. “I love you, okay? That’s not the issue. But I can’t propose to someone who vanishes every time we have a real conversation.” Proposal? So this was the girlfriend. The one he was supposed to propose to during the trip. The one that hadn’t shown up yet.

“Um, yeah so I look forward to hearing your proposal.” “Right, down to business,” he said hastily. “So I feel this proposal will benefit both of us tremendously. I’ve been working on it for over three months. I’ve gone through it several times but, of course, you’re welcome to have your legal team give it a thorough look.” “Yes, that was the plan Mr. Steele,” she said smoothly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jess give a small smile but kept her eyes averted.

Hate it or gross it, he have to show the woman that he's not at all just about charms and sensitivity to the burning sun. “Um, so...” he tried to say but couldn't initiate the conversation. “Yes?” she seated at the woods across him, smile as if realize his utterance. “You're free to talk... Now that there's no sun to burn your skin.” That's sounds more teasing than just assurance.

"For meeting? How long?" "Ren, I'm thinking of bringing you with me." He stopped scrolling, halting in the middle of a digital book he saved to read. "Sure. How long?" She went silent for a while. "For summer. I have meetings to do at home. Most of them couldn't come to Canada and Japan seems to be our main place." "Okay. I'll tell Noah." "Preliminaries start in summer in Japan. If we are unable to attend, you can stay a little longer to see the start of the Spring Tournament."

“Tell me exactly what your offer is.” He leans in close again. Our eyes remain locked. In his sexy, make-my-clit-tingle voice, he says, “I want to have dinner with you this evening, after the restaurant closes. Not here… I’ll send a car for you.” Oh, my God. I’m instantly thinking of dark corners for dirty deeds. Or a huge bed for endless hours of lovemaking. Or— “But first,” he says, crashing into my fantasy world, “I’m going to have Cristoff contact you. You know him. Have a video chat with him, and he’ll authenticate me and my proposal.

“Alright, I accept your proposal.” An excited voice came through the phone right away. “Summer, I’m so happy you said yes! Don’t worry. I’ll treat you well, I promise—” I cut him off. “But I have one condition. “I want to start a company. I need funding.” “I’ll give it to you!” Caden Frost agreed without hesitation, but a second later, he hesitated. “What about James? Have you told him?” “I will. Within a week.”