in his
pocket for a small black box. “I think I messed up a little. I
had the ring in my pocket the entire time, but I was too nervous to
pull it out.”
“ Did
you really just propose to me after we've only been dating for a few
weeks?” I cross my arms over my chest. When he opens the box to
me, all of my breath leaves me in a gasp. The ring inside has to cost
more than my car.
“ I
meant everything I said to you, Fennel. I know this is sudden, and
I'm not even sure it's what you want. In truth, I realize that
there's so little I know about you. But I want to get to know it
all.” He drops down on one knee again, and I allow him to put
the ring on my finger.
It takes several
moments of staring and gawking at the ring before the fairytale
moment begins to wear off and I'm able to regain my speech again. “I
don't know about this, Trent.” I shake my head. “I mean,
I like you a lot, but marriage?”
“ You
already said yes.” He quirks an eyebrow at me.
“ I
didn't feel like I had a choice.”
“ If
you don't want me, I'll understand.” He deflates a little.
“ It's
not that I don't want you. I do want you.” I take a few steps
away from him. “I just didn't expect this. It's too soon.
It's...not normal for someone to propose this quickly.”
“ Haven't
you figured out that I'm not normal, by now?” He follows me,
taking my hands in his and admiring the ring on my finger. The
diamond catches the light and glitters like something magical.
“Fennel,” he sighs. “I don't do anything
half-assed. At least, I try not to. When I see something I want, I go
for it. I've always been that way. I want you, and the thought of
there being any possibility that you'd walk out of my life absolutely
terrifies me. But I don't want this to feel like a bondage collar to
you.” He gives my ring hand a gentle shake. “I'm not
trying to tie you down or force you to be with me. I know it probably
seems that way, and I probably made it sound that way.
“ Just
because I want to marry you doesn't mean we have to do it right away.
The engagement can be as long or as short as you want it to be. That
ball is in your court. You control it. I just wanted to make my
intentions known. And that's what the ring is about. I do want to
marry you. Today. Tomorrow. Ten years from now. Preferably before I
die.”
I can't help but
laugh at that last part. Knowing that he's not going to rush the
wedding does put my mind at ease.
“ So
is this really just your overprotective, overbearing way to tell
other guys that I'm off limits?” I wrinkle my nose at him.
He freezes for a
minute before nodding vigorously. “Pretty much. And it's also a
ticket into your pants whenever I want.”
I slap his chest, my
mouth falling open in disbelief. “Trent Stevens! You are
absolutely horrible.”
“ Ohhh,
I feel like you would have used my middle name then, had you known
it,” he quips.
“ I
would have,” I sigh, realizing just how little we know about
each other. My gaze falls back down to the ring. If anything, it's a
promise that we'll take the time to get to know each other. He
wouldn't have given it to me if he wasn't at least serious about
that. “A long engagement,” I say finally. “I like
that.”
“ As
long as you want. As long as you're mine.”
From the Author
I hope you've
enjoyed Urges: Part Three. If you liked this series, then I recommend
checking out my Between Two Billionaires series, a dark romance about
a girl and the two hot, twisted men vying for her affection.
To further
support this author, please post a review after you finish reading
this book.
Sky Corgan is the USA Today bestselling author of The Billionaires Club. She
lives in a little podunk town near San Antonio, Texas. When she's not
typing away at the next steamy romance novel, she's busy planning for
future vacations.
Originally a horror
author, sex scenes and love stories kept magically
creeping into her work, so she decided to make the
pocket for a small black box. “I think I messed up a little. I
had the ring in my pocket the entire time, but I was too nervous to
pull it out.”
“ Did
you really just propose to me after we've only been dating for a few
weeks?” I cross my arms over my chest. When he opens the box to
me, all of my breath leaves me in a gasp. The ring inside has to cost
more than my car.
“ I
meant everything I said to you, Fennel. I know this is sudden, and
I'm not even sure it's what you want. In truth, I realize that
there's so little I know about you. But I want to get to know it
all.” He drops down on one knee again, and I allow him to put
the ring on my finger.
It takes several
moments of staring and gawking at the ring before the fairytale
moment begins to wear off and I'm able to regain my speech again. “I
don't know about this, Trent.” I shake my head. “I mean,
I like you a lot, but marriage?”
“ You
already said yes.” He quirks an eyebrow at me.
“ I
didn't feel like I had a choice.”
“ If
you don't want me, I'll understand.” He deflates a little.
“ It's
not that I don't want you. I do want you.” I take a few steps
away from him. “I just didn't expect this. It's too soon.
It's...not normal for someone to propose this quickly.”
“ Haven't
you figured out that I'm not normal, by now?” He follows me,
taking my hands in his and admiring the ring on my finger. The
diamond catches the light and glitters like something magical.
“Fennel,” he sighs. “I don't do anything
half-assed. At least, I try not to. When I see something I want, I go
for it. I've always been that way. I want you, and the thought of
there being any possibility that you'd walk out of my life absolutely
terrifies me. But I don't want this to feel like a bondage collar to
you.” He gives my ring hand a gentle shake. “I'm not
trying to tie you down or force you to be with me. I know it probably
seems that way, and I probably made it sound that way.
“ Just
because I want to marry you doesn't mean we have to do it right away.
The engagement can be as long or as short as you want it to be. That
ball is in your court. You control it. I just wanted to make my
intentions known. And that's what the ring is about. I do want to
marry you. Today. Tomorrow. Ten years from now. Preferably before I
die.”
I can't help but
laugh at that last part. Knowing that he's not going to rush the
wedding does put my mind at ease.
“ So
is this really just your overprotective, overbearing way to tell
other guys that I'm off limits?” I wrinkle my nose at him.
He freezes for a
minute before nodding vigorously. “Pretty much. And it's also a
ticket into your pants whenever I want.”
I slap his chest, my
mouth falling open in disbelief. “Trent Stevens! You are
absolutely horrible.”
“ Ohhh,
I feel like you would have used my middle name then, had you known
it,” he quips.
“ I
would have,” I sigh, realizing just how little we know about
each other. My gaze falls back down to the ring. If anything, it's a
promise that we'll take the time to get to know each other. He
wouldn't have given it to me if he wasn't at least serious about
that. “A long engagement,” I say finally. “I like
that.”
“ As
long as you want. As long as you're mine.”
From the Author
I hope you've
enjoyed Urges: Part Three. If you liked this series, then I recommend
checking out my Between Two Billionaires series, a dark romance about
a girl and the two hot, twisted men vying for her affection.
To further
support this author, please post a review after you finish reading
this book.
Sky Corgan is the USA Today bestselling author of The Billionaires Club. She
lives in a little podunk town near San Antonio, Texas. When she's not
typing away at the next steamy romance novel, she's busy planning for
future vacations.
Originally a horror
author, sex scenes and love stories kept magically
creeping into her work, so she decided to make the
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