Marry the Billionaire by Milana Cheers

Author:Milana Cheers [Cheers, Milana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Paparazzi cameras are flashing at Kate Moulin and her fifth husband when we pull up and Brady opens the door. Seeing as they’re busy with Kate, I wait before stepping out.

“Is there something wrong?” Vanessa asks.

“Not at all, baby. Kate’s a client in the spotlight, so I’m waiting.”

“Not to steal her spotlight?”

“That and also so that I can maximize on mine. It’s not every day I take a fiancée to dinner. Besides, I promised the jeweler a rush of customers, and I intend to deliver. Maximum exposure at the point of entry means many will write about it, means his shop’s name and an image of the fine work he does will be seen by millions of eyes.”

“What’s the name of the shop?”

I glance back at her. “I’m happy you asked. It’s JFinest. One word.”

“Never heard of the place.”

“Exactly. And you should. His craftsmanship is excellent, and you’re wearing his finest piece.” Kate and Husband Five walk inside, and the paparazzi settle back into position. “It’s time.” I step outside and extend a hand for Vanessa, who doesn’t take it. The paparazzi are shouting, coming at me, and I’m standing out here with my hand extended, waiting for her to take it, and she’s not. Fear of rejection courses through me, and I’m again that fifteen-year-old boy with zits all over his face who came up to the most popular girl in school and asked her to go to prom with him.

I’ve always had balls. Feared nothing. But when Gracy rejected me and proceeded to make fun of me, I learned a valuable lesson. Don’t put yourself out there for the pretty girl. They have a way of crushing your heart and confidence all at the same time. Perhaps that’s why Nessa wouldn’t put out her hymen before marriage. With marriage, at least she has some sense of security the guy won’t just leave. It’s a fake sense of security, but something nonetheless.

Still, she picked a terrible time for theatrics. Gritting my teeth, I peer inside the car, a smile that could cut glass on my face. I swear I’m sporting fangs right now, yet somehow managing to sound impartial when I ask, “Have you changed your mind?”

“Oh no,” she whispers. “Anticipation will make them want it all the more.”

I’ll be damned. “I’m gonna fuck you six ways from Sunday.” I straighten back up and smile at the cameras. “I’m getting married.”

Vanessa clasps my hand and, as graceful as a princess, steps out of the limo, a big smile already plastered on her face. “Daddy likes a good girl who follows orders,” I whisper. “I presume you’re not wearing panties.”

I imagined she’d be shy in front of the cameras and fidget and be uncomfortable and a million and one things she’s not right now. But then I recall she wanted to be an actress. My lungs swell with pride. Back then, maybe the world wasn’t ready, but it is ready for Vanessa now. Sometimes, it’s just bad timing. Had I asked Gracy to prom in my senior year, she’d have said yes.

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