The Billionaire Boss Next Door(93)

Basically, it was either this or somehow get us onto Ellen’s Game of Games. Considering Ellen won’t be filming any more episodes for another eight months, this is the option that stuck.

Because fuck me, I’m not waiting another eight months.

When you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you don’t want to waste any more time. You want to dive headfirst and connect yourself to that person in every way possible.

And that’s exactly what I’m prepared to do. Right now. In front of this vending machine while Greer’s best friend gets ready to give birth to her daughter down the hall.

Don’t worry, the expectant parents approved it with flying colors.

They couldn’t think of anything better on the day their daughter was born than giving her “aunt” the beginning of a family of her own.

Greer gives me a weird look when she turns around—I know my face must be a ravaged mess—but I ignore it just long enough to prompt her to open the bag now.

“Can I have one?” I ask nicely, pouting my lip when she seems as if she might hold out.

“All right. Fine,” she agrees, plucking the bag open and reaching inside.

Only, as Cap and I know, the only thing she’ll find in there is a ring.

Her eyebrows pull together as she fishes it out and pulls it from the bag, but the moment her eyes meet diamond, she freezes completely.

I take the opportunity to get down on one knee.




Greer



Holy mother of mercy.

Holy Jesus Christmas in a choir.

Holy elves dancing around Santa and the North Pole and a whole bunch of other shit I can’t possibly focus on right now.

The diamond sparkles in the offensive fluorescent hospital lighting, and my knees threaten to give out as Trent sinks to one of his in front of me.

“Greer, I need to ask you a question.”

My nod is the definition of dumb. Up and down with no actual bearing on time or space or life, I watch as Trent takes the ring from my hands and starts to slide it onto my finger.

My heart is racing and my jaw feels numb, and to be honest, I’m pretty sure I’m having a heart attack.

But I wouldn’t interrupt this for anything in the whole fucking world.

At least we’re in a hospital. They’ll be able to get to work on me quickly.

“I love you.”

I try to return the sentiment, but I’m pretty sure it comes out sounding like “I mumble schmoo.”

Thankfully, he seems to understand anyway.

“I had a tiny idea of how perfect you were for me early in our relationship, but I’m wholly certain about it now. No one makes me laugh like you. No one calls my shit like you. And no one…no one has ever loved me like you do.”

It’s all I can do not to start sobbing right here.

“You’ve been there for me and my mom, and you’ve made me and my family yours without hesitation. I know it won’t always be easy…but it will always be right.”

I nod and squeeze his hand and give him every indication I can of my answer before he even asks the question.

It’s literally all I can do to wait for him to have his moment.

“Be mine forever,” he finally says. “Be my best friend in life, my partner in crime…be my wife.”

“One hundred times yes,” I say. He scoops me up into his arms and tucks my lips to his ear.

It’s the perfect proposal. The perfect place. The perfect man.

I laugh as the soft flesh of my lips skims across his ear. “No one else is crazy enough to take me.”

“There might be,” he corrects, giving Cap a jerk of his head.

Cap nods despite not knowing what we’re talking about, and it makes me smile even bigger.

“I just got here first.”

When the room stops spinning and I finally find my feet, I know who I need to see, and I need to see her right now.

She’s been there for me since teatime and sleepovers, and I want her to be the first to know now.

“Can we go tell Emory?” I ask, glancing down at the twinkling cushion cut—massive—stone on my hand once more.

Junior doesn’t disappoint.

“Of course.”

I take off at a run, shoving people out of my way as I go, and likely committing minor assault on several pregnant women.

I don’t slow down until I barrel through the door to Emory’s room and hold up my hand in victory.

“I’m engaged!” I shriek, to which Quincy responds with a smile.

Emory’s happiness is a little less obvious, but evident all the same.

“Congratulations,” she groans into a yell. “I’m crowning. Now get the hell out!”

So, I do.

I wait in the lounge with my fiancé and Cap, Emory’s family and friends, and even my brother and Rhonda.

Everyone’s here in New York City for the big event, but I’m the luckiest one of all.

Because at the end of the day, when Hudson Blair Black screams her first hello to the world, I’ve increased the size of my family by not one, but two.




Cap



The gang is all here, and as of today, we’ve officially added one more to our crazy group.

Hudson Blair Black. A little beauty who is a mere two hours old. She has a head full of hair that matches her last name to a T, and her eyes are so big and blue and gorgeous that I predict they will one day equate to nothing but trouble for a lot of men.