Spin My Love (My Love #1)(42)

I only ask to be polite, which was a mistake, because he takes it as an invitation to talk about himself for as long as possible.

“What are you doing on Friday night? Do you want to go out for a drink?” he asks.

“Sorry, but I have a—”

“She’s taken,” Tane cuts in from behind us. I turn around and look into his heated gaze.

Shit. I turn off the treadmill.

Greg loses his smile. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend?”

I didn’t know I had to tell him my whole life story.

“Well I do, I’m sorry,” I tell him, trying to make this as least awkward as possible.

“What a shame,” he murmurs, staring at my chest. “We could have had some fun.”

“You have to be f*cking kidding me,” Tane growls, hands clenching into fists.

Uh-oh.

Greg turns to Tane. He’s bulkier than Tane, but a lot shorter. He also should stop missing leg day, because his are kind of skinny, making him look disproportionate. I’d never noticed that before. “My bad.”

“You better get the f*ck out of here and away from my woman,” Tane seethes.

“Tane …”

I’m ignored.

Greg smirks but leaves. Maybe he does have half a brain after all.

“How long has that f*cker been after you?” Tane asks me.

I shrug. “He asked me out once and I said no. That’s it.”

That seems to calm him a little going by his now relaxed shoulders. “I’m going to the punching bags. Stay where I can see you.”

Okaaayyy, then.

“Yes Sir,” I reply sarcastically, turning the treadmill back on and getting back into my run. An hour passes, and then we have showers in the separate male and female areas.

When we walk out to the car, he speaks. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just didn’t like him talking to you like that.”

“I know,” I reply.

He opens the car door for me. “The thought of another man near you … it makes me crazy.”

I turn and grip his chin with my fingers. “I’m yours, and I want only you. You have no reason to be jealous.”

His eyes search mine. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

My lips curve. “You knocked me up.” He shakes his head at me, and then kisses me senseless. “Was that supposed to teach me a lesson for my smart mouth?”

“No,” he breathes. “I just couldn’t wait another second without kissing you.”

My mouth makes an O shape. That was sweet; really sweet.

“Let’s go pick up our son,” he says, stepping away from me.

I nod and get my ass into the car.





Chapter Twenty-one

Tane

The black box feels like a heavy weight in the pocket of my jeans. Feeling nervous and slightly flustered, I pace up and down, waiting for her to walk through the front door. My fingers tangle in my hair as I pull at the ends.

She wouldn’t say no … would she?

The door opens and she walks in, smiling, happy to see me.

I hope that never changes.

“Hey,” she says, closing the door with a cock of her hip. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” I say hoarsely, grabbing her small hand in mine and leading her through the house into our bedroom.

The room is filled with lit candles.

She gasps. “Tane it’s beautiful.”

I pull out the jewellery box, and open it so she can see the solitaire diamond ring. Another gasp. My fingers tremble, causing the box to shake slightly as she studies it in my palm. I get down on one knee.

Please say yes.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, fanning her face with her hands; a very girly gesture. My lips twitch at her response.

“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Will you marry me, Giselle?”

Her pouty mouth drops open, and her eyes shine with tears. “Yes, of course I will marry you.”

I stand up and she jumps into my arms. I lift her off the ground. She kisses me roughly, her lips hard on mine, but I pull my face away. “Don’t you want to put the ring on?”

The look on her face makes me feel a hundred metres tall. Like a king. Like a hero.

I’ll do everything in my power for her to always look at me like that.

She smiles and allows me to lower her to the ground. “I love you.”

“Well, you better,” I tease, sliding the ring on her finger. I kiss the knuckle on her finger afterwards.

“It’s beautiful,” she says, staring at it in awe. She glances up at me. “I didn’t need a rock the size of a small planet.”

She doesn’t need it, but she does deserve it.

Giselle is such a strong woman; she takes what life gives her and goes with it, never complaining, and always happy and grateful with what she has. I could never love anyone more.

“I’m glad you like it.” Thrilled and relieved is more like it.

She glances around at the candles. “This is very romantic, Tane.”

I clear my throat. “Can we have engagement sex now?”

“Well that lasted two minutes,” she says playfully as she pulls her top off.