by Nicole Casey
He opened the box and inside was the most gorgeous ring I ever laid eyes on. It was made of silver and white gold bands encrusted with tiny little sapphires all around. In the center was a big grip holding a giant diamond.
“Oh my God. Yes!” I answered with glee. He took the ring and slowly slid it on my finger before I rushed to give him a big, fat, wet kiss on his lips. “Oh Baby, I love you.”
“I love you too,” he told me. “I know it’s been months now but I still feel like I owe you an apology for all the mean things I said before and the way I treated you.”
“Baby that’s yesterday’s news,” I told him. I stared into his eyes and tried to remind him that we’d move on from that stage. “None of that stuff in the past matters. I met your parents, your friends at Mercury Wild and you even let me get acquainted with some of your ex-girlfriends. You’re not hiding anything else, are you?”
He shook his head and asked, “Do my sexual fantasies count as hidden desires?”
“Oh baby, stop making fun of me now!” I giggled and pulled him in closer to me and give him another warm hug.
“I will – seriously – make fun of you for the rest of our lives, Mrs. Bernard.”
I was the happiest woman on earth. For the first time since we ever struck that business deal, I had the assurance that this was the right relationship for both of us.
I gave him a kiss and with that kiss I sealed the deal: the deal of our love, stronger and truer than ever before.
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