Trouble: A BWWM Bad-Boy Billionaire Romance (10 page)

“
Y
es
.”

I watched as he put the gorgeous ring on my ring finger. We kissed, and I ignored the retching sounds that Chris made in the background. He couldn’t ruin this moment.

“When do you want to get married?”

“If I had my way, we’d already be married. Chris made me promise to wait until we graduated, but now it’s open season.”

“Do you want to make good on that? Let’s go to Vegas.”

“Now? Right now?”

I nodded.

“Holy shit, woman. I just put a rock on your finger, and you want a wedding band, too? You move at the speed of light.”

I just smiled at him, the right smile with a flash of teeth, the one that he liked. I looked up at him through my lashes, the kind of look that I knew had him wrapped around my little finger.

“Fuck, I can’t resist you.”

“Think about it,” I insisted. “Everyone that we care about is right here, in this room. Your dad brought his CJ3. With your family and mine, it’s a perfect fit.”

“Let’s do it.”

I thought for a second and looked down at my dress. It was white, with lace, almost perfect for a bride. I did not know that Trouble would propose today, but even if I had, there was nothing better that I could have worn. My mom had helped me buy this dress. Had she known about this? It made me feel warm inside to know that my parents tacitly approved of my marriage.

We made a quick pit stop to grab two solid gold wedding bands from a nearby jewelry store.

We sized our fingers, and the jeweler brought out a blue velvet tray with different bands. As Trouble and I tried on various ones, the jeweler made conversation.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

We looked at each other and smiled.

“Today.”

“That’s why we aren’t getting something custom made,” Trouble explained, smiling at her. I practically watched her eyes go back into her head in pleasure.

“You’re a lucky woman,” the jeweler said to me. “Wow.”

“I know,” I replied, putting an arm around Trouble and hugging him.

He wasn’t satisfied with that. He bent me back in a movie-style kiss.

My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest.

We went to the airfield, and the plane was quiet. All of us had laptops or iPads out. Trouble and I held hands the whole time.

We got there, and a limo met the seven of us.

"Take us to the Chapel of Love."

The driver didn't even comment, which meant that he was probably used to tourists flying in and getting married.

We went in, and there wasn't a line there. We signed up and paid a fee. I could get more, with a real wedding, but this is as real as I needed. I had my best friend and family with me. Trouble’s dad was there. We had everyone in the world that should be at our wedding.

I barely heard our celebrant as he talked, staring up at Trouble. When he asked me, I said, “I do.”

He asked Trouble.

“I do.”

We kissed lightly, but I could feel the love coming off of Trouble like he was the sun and his love was all around him. I knew that Trouble and I would spend the rest of our lives together.

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