I narrowed my eyes it him for a split second before he spoke once again.
“Ava, don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want to come back from Europe and waste my time. I love you. I want you and Simon in my life forever. No one else. Ever. Will you marry me?”
“Holy shit!” Jillian screamed again. Just like before, she slapped her hands to her mouth, but unlike last time Dyson turned and looked at her.
“Would you mind…?” he began, pointing to the other side of the courthouse. “I’m trying to handle some business here.”
Jillian looked at him, her mouth wide open in shock.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
Dyson rolled his eyes and looked back in my direction. Jillian couldn’t help herself, and a final squeak passed through her lips. Dyson let it go and instead stared into my eyes.
“What’s it going to be, Ava?”
Before I could get a word out, Simon yelped, “Say yes, Mom! Say yes!”
No sooner had the words tumbled from his lips than Dyson and I both turned and looked at him. Without a conscious thought on my part, tears of happiness streamed down my cheeks. In the middle of a city courthouse, of all places in the world, I’d found my true bliss.
Without wasting another second, I leapt towards Dyson, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. It felt as if that went on for a minute, maybe longer, but not long enough.
When we separated, I noticed Jillian hugging Simon nearby. I smiled at both of them, eager to hug them and celebrate with them as well. But, before I could, I looked at Dyson once more.
“So what does this mean?”
“What are you talking about?” he replied, frowning at me. “It means we’re going to be married.”
I shook my head, “No, what I meant to say was…”
Before I could continue, Dyson waved me off, interrupting me.
“There’s nothing to worry about. We’ve got all the time in the world. You can plan the wedding, have it anywhere you like, but only on one condition.”
I leaned away from him, arching an eyebrow. “And that is?”
“Well, that you graduate from medical school, of course,” he said, winking at me. “After all, you can’t drive in Formula One forever. I need a hot, rich wife.”
I laughed at him.
“Come here,” he said, gesturing for me to approach.
I walked up to him and he slipped his arm low around my backside, pulling me close to him with a firm tug.
“Mrs. Ava Vix,” he began, nodding as the thought settled into his consciousness. “I like the sound of that. Don’t you agree?”
I nodded, raising the ring and admiring it.
“I do.”
“There,” Dyson began. “Now, was that so hard? ‘I do’… You see? So I’m assuming that’s a ‘yes’, then?”
I nodded, fighting back a fresh round of tears. I hugged him again, kissing him over and over.
“Of course it’s ‘yes’. What else would I say?”
“Mrs. Vix it is, then.” he replied.
No sooner had he uttered those words than a bolt of inspiration hit me.
“Give me your phone.” I said.
Dyson leaned away for me, wrinkling his brow. “What? Why do you want my phone?”
I shook my head. “Just give it to me.”
With reluctance, Dyson reached into the pocket of his jeans and a few seconds later produced his cell phone, passing it to me. I flipped around for a moment or two, locating his camera app. Once I had, I extended my arm and leaned in towards him, positioning my hand with the engagement ring between us and the camera.
I snapped the picture.
Afterward, I lowered the camera and turned my attention to Dyson’s address book.
“Ava, what the hell are you doing?” he asked.
“Shh! One second!” I grumbled.
Not long after, I found the phone numbers I wanted. I attached the picture of Dyson and me and hit send with a simple message. Dyson took the phone from me and glanced at it for a second.
“Told you so?” he said, turning back towards me with a confused look on his face.
I crossed my arms at my chest and nodded. “Yep.”
He glanced at me for a split second and then looked at his phone once more.
“You didn’t,” he began, shaking his head. “Ava… Anastasia and Svetlana? Really?”
“What?” I purred, turning towards him and draping my arms around his neck, hooking my hands together. “Why should the Grid Girls have all the fun?”
He laughed. “Why, indeed?”
We kissed and I closed my eyes. Simon crashed into my waist, wrapping his small arms around me in a firm embrace. Smiling and happy, I savored the moment feeling loved in every way and at last, complete.
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“Excuse me.” I said with a cautious tone. Tugging my hair behind my ears, I ducked a shoulder as I attempted to pass by him and leave. But I’d managed to get no further than about a foot when Gabe grabbed me with such force, one of my sleeves almost tore at the seam near my shoulder.
Blindsided by his speed and aggression, I gasped as Gabe crushed my body into his with a hard pull. He yanked me as if I were weightless, an experience I didn’t think possible. The power of his embrace was a hundred times greater than I expected. Just then, my eyes locked on his. Inexperienced though I was, there was no mistaking, none, about what he intended to do. My breath hitched in the middle of my chest as the muscles of Gabe’s arms flexed against my curves.
Without wasting a second, Gabe descended upon me, pressing his mouth into mine. I inhaled as he did, half-shocked, half-lustful. His lips were soft, moist and seemed to fit against my mouth as if by design. I flinched at first, thinking I ought to know better, do better, be better, but as Gabe’s tongue invaded my mouth, I felt my desire to be right slip away.