Dreaming of the Billionaire 3
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“Hmm,” he comments, seemingly surprised. “It can’t be. I made reservations. Maybe they just tinted the windows.”
Yes, because all restaurants have tinted windows.
Rolling my eyes at his obviously incorrect assessment of the situation, I humor him as he tries to open the door.
“It’s not going to open,” I say. “They’re closed.”
To my surprise, the doors do open. Sean looks at me with his mouth wide open and an obviously fake surprised expression on his face.
“Well, look at that!” He exclaims. What does he have up his sleeve? I punch him playfully, then grab his hand and walk inside with him.
When we’re through the second set of double doors, we’re standing in pitch black. Oh, the things I could do to him here. I reach back and grab his dick, rubbing my hand up and down his delightfully tight tux, but he doesn’t return the gesture.
As the lights flick on and people yell Surprise!, I realize why he didn’t want me fondling him in the dark. Everyone I know is here: Amy, Colby, Colby’s parents, my dad, coworkers, and even a couple of people I worked with at SVCC who were actually decent to me. Even Checkers and the lady who helped me adopt him from the humane society are here, along with Tiffany and her husband.
“How did you know it was my birthday?” I ask Sean suspiciously. “I never told you.”
“Oh,” he comments, winking at my dad, “I have my ways.”
Of course he does. I should have known that the billionaire next door would have his special ways of finding out exactly when my special days are.
“This is amazing,” I say to the room. Everyone is dressed to the nines. The entire restaurant is rented out for us to use and the smells of steak, salmon, potatoes, fresh bread, and wine fill the air. I can’t wait to drink my heart out and celebrate with the people I love. “Thank you so much for coming.”
Everyone starts talking at once: to me, to each other, to no one.
Amy slides up next to me and jumps up and down.
“Did you have any idea?” She asks. “Did you know?”
“Uh, no,” I tell her. “How long have you known about this?”
“Since the wedding!” She squeals. Okay, so only a few days. That explains how she was able to keep it from me. Amy is not exactly known for her discretion.
“Well, it’s amazing,” I tell her, taking another look at the way the gorgeous restaurant is decorated. Tulips in light blue vases act as centerpieces at each table. Matching blue streamers line the walls and ceilings. There are even baby blue balloons.
At one table in the center of the room, there’s a cake shaped like a computer.
“You have to be kidding,” I comment under my breath. Not meaning to be rude, I absentmindedly walk away from Amy and toward the cake. It’s like I’m drawn toward it. Yes, I love chocolate. Yes, I love sweets. I also happen to love, oh, I don’t know, computers.
When I look closer at the cake, the monitor on it is open to a social media page. STRONGDELT ROBOTICS lines the top part of the screen with a big, fat, “10,000 followers!” beneath it. That’s right. Since I joined the team, I’ve been able to grow the nonexistent social media platform of Sean’s company to having over 10,000 followers.
And business is booming.
“You’ve done a great job,” a deep voice interrupts my thoughts.
“Thank you,” I comment, then turn around to see the speaker. An older, wiser, still-handsome version of Sean stands before me. “You must be Mr. Moormead,” I say with a smile, instantly recognizing his matching green eyes.
He nods.
“I am. And I’ve heard quite a bit about you, too, young lady.”
He holds out his hand to shake mine, but instead of taking it, I wrap my arms around him in a big ol’ bear hug.
“You have a wonderful son, Mr. Moormead,” I whisper in his ear as Sean walks over to join us. He dad doesn’t say anything, but I know he heard me. I only wish he could hear the way my heart flutters when I’m around Sean. I wish he could hear the way I melt when he touches me.
“Vi, Dad,” he says. “I see you two have met.”
“We have,” Mr. Moormead smiles. “And it’s very lovely to meet you, Violet.”
“This is such a surprise,” I try not to stammer or sound like a huge dork. I just can’t believe that his dad came out for something as silly as my birthday. I know that Mr. Moormead has a lot going on and that he greatly depends on Sean when it comes to running the company. The fact that he took time out of his busy schedule for something like this, something for me, really speaks wonders.
Sean wraps him around me and turns to his dad.
“Isn’t she as beautiful as I told you?”
“No,” Mr. Moormead says with a frown. I must look devastated because he starts cracking up when he sees my face, then he adds, “She’s more.”
13.
If you’ve ever been the belle of the ball, you know exactly how I feel at this moment. All night long, all eyes are on me. I’m glad that Amy came to help me dress and even more happy she pushed me toward the classy outfit. Everyone looks amazing. Even my dad dressed up, and getting him to wear anything but coveralls is a chore.
After we eat, Sean leads me to the center of the room, where a dance floor has formed. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.
“I’m glad I didn’t lose you,” he murmurs.
“Me too.” I lean my head on his shoulder, thinking about how far we’ve come. When he explained his past to me, I could have ran. Hell, I did run. But I came back. I came back for him and he was waiting for me.
How many guys would have waited?
How many guys would have given me the time?
Only Sean.
I can’t imagine my world without him. I wake up every morning thinking of him and when I fall asleep every night, I dream of him. He’s the only one for me. As we dance, I let myself lean on him. I melt into him, breathing in every second that we're together. At the end of the day, my heart beats only for him, and I hope beyond hope that he knows exactly how I feel about him.
Suddenly, Sean stops dancing. He puts his hands on my cheeks and kisses me deeply. And then, in the middle of my party, in the middle of the restaurant, in the middle of my friends, family members, and colleagues, Sean shows me how much he agrees with my assessment of our relationship.
The song slows, and he slips to the ground.
“Are you okay?” I ask. He looks like he started to fall, but he just smiles. That’s when I notice: everyone is watching us, and he’s not all the way down. He’s just down on one knee.
And he’s holding out a silver ring with a sapphire in the center of it.
“Violet,” he says. “You’re amazing. You’re everything to me.”
The world around me starts to blur. I’m so surprised that this moment is happening here. This moment is happening now. This moment is happening with Sean. I start to choke up, but I push the tears down. I don't want to ruin this. I want to remember every single thing about this night: the way I feel, the way he looks, the way our hearts are colliding into one another.
“There's no one else who makes me laugh the way you do. There's no one else who keeps me on my toes like you. Only you can make me feel this way. Only you know every little thing about me and love me in spite of it. Only you push me to be a better man. Only you can look at me when I'm broken and still believe I can be something greater than I am. Make me the happiest I’ve ever been, Violet. Marry me.”
All eyes are on me.
My blue-and-black hair shimmers beneath the glow of the lights and my red lips curve into a smile.
There’s only one thing I could ever say to Sean.
“Yes.”
A Note From Alice
I’d like to thank everyone who has followed the journey of Sean and Violet from being random strangers to getting their happily-ever-after. I had a wonderful time writing this serial and I hope you enjoyed reading it! I love hearing from my readers, so feel free to re
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