The Summer Proposal Novels & Stories

“It was a graduation gift from my parents.” “I like your hair down. The pictures I’ve seen, you’ve always had it that prim bun that seems to be the norm in the business world,” he said silkily. She nervously touched a few strands near her shoulder. “Thank you again,” she murmured softly. “Um, yeah so I look forward to hearing your proposal.”

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

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.

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!"

"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."

I wasn’t going through that again. “True,” Summer said, nodding. “Honesty’s probably your best shot. Just, like, ease them into it. Maybe start with ‘Peter’s changed’ or something. Butter them up first.” She grinned, spinning the chair again. “And if that fails, you can always move in with me. My mom loves you.” I smiled, grateful for her. “Thanks, Sum. I don’t know what I’d do without you hyping me up.” “Die of boredom, obviously,” she quipped, tossing the pillow back at me. “Now, tell me more about Peter. Is he, like, a good kisser? Because that whole ‘Lady Ann’ thing he does? Swoon.”

“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.”

"You and Fred… you’re perfect together. He’s going to take such good care of you. Tell me everything! How did he do it? Was it romantic? Did he get down on one knee?" We spent the next twenty minutes gushing over the details. She told me about the roadside proposal and how Fred had been so nervous he almost dropped the box. It felt so good to talk about something happy. After she finished her story, I caught her up on the meeting. I told her everything. "She’s a regular employee now?" Taraji laughed. "I would pay good money to see Rebecca Specter filing papers and making her own coffee. That is pure justice." As we were laughing, a text notification swiped across the top of my phone screen.

"That's true. Back then, it was Daddy who proposed to Mommy. Uncle Cayden proposed to Aunt Emily, and Grandpa proposed to Grandma. Why is it always the guys who propose?" "Summer, River, you're too young to talk about that," Renata said wisely. "Just focus on your childhood." "Yes, Mommy. Summer and I won't think about that anymore. We'll just focus on school," River nodded firmly. Hearing that statement, Louis and Sky exchanged glances. They felt sorry for the little boy who would soon have to endure disappointment. "Honey," Sky whispered to Summer, "haven't you told River about your decision?" Summer shook her head, "Not yet, Mommy. I plan to tell him later when we play. Should I do it now