Rich Man's Deception: Complete Boxed Set Bundle: Billionaire Boss / Corporate Espionage Romance
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Ian shrugged. “I am a genius, you know,” he said with a wink.
Logan scoffed. “Depends on who you're asking. Have a nice life, kid, and best of luck―you'll need it,” Logan said, storming out of the courtroom.
When court adjourned, Ian came rushing up to me. “I did it!” he said, enthralled.
“Did what? I don't understand. Why are you so happy? You lost your company!” I said.
Ian laughed. “I know! Isn't it great?”
I frowned. “Huh?”
“Do you know how horrible it is running a Fortune 500 company? It's so much pressure. Now, Infiniti Inc. is where it truly belongs,” Ian said, beaming.
I couldn't help but smile. “Well, if you're happy, I'm happy,” I said.
Ian grabbed my hand. “I'm so glad you said that, because I've got one more trick up my sleeve,” he said.
I grimaced. “Don't do it. Don't you do it, Ian, don't you propose to me in a courthouse!” Ian ignored me, dropping to his knees. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate. “Oh God,” I said. “I think I'm going to be sick.”
“Will you marry me?” Ian asked, pulling out a slip of paper.
I took it from his hand. Crudely sketched on the paper was a ring, and underneath it were the words, 'Good for one engagement ring.' “Are you proposing to me with an I.O.U.?” I asked.
Ian smirked. “Well, technically, my assets are still frozen. So the real ring won't be here for a few weeks, but I couldn't wait that long. So what do you say, Rachel Adams? Will you marry me?”
I grinned. “I don't know... You don't have a job now. I don't think I could marry a man who is unemployed.
Ian laughed. “That's the best part. I can start my own company now. A non-profit organization, one that is focused solely on the development and improvement of science and culture, unhindered by the cutthroat economics of capitalism,” Ian said.
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I'll marry you, but only if you promise to shut up,” I said.
Ian laughed. “This is probably the best I've ever felt in my entire life,” he said.
“I've never been so happy,” I said, my eyes welling with tears.
Ian scowled. “If you're so happy, why are you crying? It doesn't seem logical, from an objective standpoint. Perhaps crying is simply a response to excessive amounts of dopamine; perhaps that neurotransmitter has both a negative and positive charge, whether responding to good or bad stimuli,” Ian said.
“Oh my God, shut up and kiss me,” I said, and shoved his face into mine. This time when I kissed him, I didn't feel the imminent doom that it would never last. This time, the kiss was real, permanent, and the promise of a lifetime of kisses to come.
THE END