Billionaire's Secret: Exposing Jay: A Chicago Suits Romance (Loving Jay Book 2) (11 page)

T
ony pulled
up in front of the house. Jay was waiting for me, and got into the car.

“Hello Beautiful,” he said, kissing my cheek.

“What’s up, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Jay and his surprises. What was it going to be this time?

* * *

T
he Rolls pulled
up beside Jay’s jet at Midway airport. Once again I had to repress my urge to squeal and bounce at the toys of Jay’s wealth. The only other time I’d been on his plane, he’d taken me to Europe. Where was he taking me this time?

We climbed the steps to the private jet and settled into the plush cream leather seats.

* * *

“
L
ook out your window Beautiful
,” Jay said.

I leaned over and looked out, the Las Vegas strip shone up at me. Vegas! I’d never been before, but the hotels were so iconic that I recognized it straight away. The lights were dazzling, and I turned my head between looking at them and looking at Jay watching me watch them.

“I’m so excited,” I said clasping his hand.

* * *

A
big black
Hum-V limo waited for us at the airport.

“No Rolls?”

“You’ve gotta go big in Vegas.”

Jay placed his hand on my back and guided me into the limo.

The inside of the Hum-V was comically large for just two people. Especially when those two people we snuggled up so close against each other. Jay handed me a flute of champagne.

“To the most amazing woman I have ever known,” Jay said, clinking his glass against mind.

We took sips of our drinks and kissed. His mouth tasted of the drink, and I lapped up every bit of him I could.

Jay had the driver take us up and down the strip a few times before taking us to our hotel. Slack-jawed and eyes wide, I stared out the window at all the lights, the massive buildings in their quirky shapes. This place was crazy.

We pulled up at The Cosmopolitan and one of the doorman held the limo door open for us. With its low lighting and music, the hotel lobby felt like a night club. Huge pillars were covered in screens displaying stylish things to the stylish people checking in.

Jay took my hand and led me to a private elevator. Buzzing from the jet, the Strip, the champagne and Jay, once the doors shut I reached my arms around his neck and kissed him. He put one hand on my back and pulled me into him as he kissed me back.

* * *

“
I
can’t get
over this view.” I stood on the balcony, looking down on the Bellagio Fountains. A massive boom echoed up each time the water fell back on the lake. Jay came up and hugged me from behind, kissing my ear and my neck.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“How could I not?”

I turned my back on the view and buried my head in his chest. He enveloped me in his arms.

“I have to admit something.” His voice sounded serious, and without his usual assuredness. I tensed.

“What?” I tried to keep my voice steady.

“You are the best thing that has ever come into my life. A day without you by my side is the worst thing I can imagine.”

I welled up at his words, drank in the love he was pouring on me. He let go of me, captured my eye contact, and went down on one knee. My entire body shook and I struggled to breathe.

“Abbie. Beautiful.” He pulled a small box from his pocket. One every girl knows is for rings. A tear escaped my eye. “I never knew I was capable of loving someone so much until I met you. I'm constantly in awe at your intelligence and ambition. You make me laugh every day. Every moment I'm with you is the best moment of my life. And on top of all that, you're the most beautiful woman imaginable. You are perfect. I would give up every penny I have just to keep you.”

Jay opened the box and revealed a massive princess cut diamond solitaire. The tears streamed from my eyes. My heart pounded harder than it ever had before.

“I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Abigail White, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” The word came fast and left my mouth as the most natural thing in the world.

He held my hand to keep it still enough to slide the ring on with his other hand.

My body shook uncontrollably and my chin quivered. The ring on my finger, Jay stood and embraced me. The closeness of my body against his calmed me, confirming we should be together. We need to be together.

“I love you,” I said, looking up at him.

Jay kissed me, his lips tender on mine. I wanted more but he took his lips away. He pulled me close, his arms tight around me.

His mouth near my ear he said, “Tomorrow.”

Tomorrow? Get married tomorrow? I started to pull my body away, to look at him for an explanation but he held me tight.

“Let’s get married tomorrow, beside those fountains. I mean it Beautiful, there’s no reason to wait. Let’s do it.”

“But,” I managed to get out. I envisioned a big, traditional white wedding. Except I didn’t have my daddy to walk me down the aisle. I didn’t have much family at all, only an uncle who had no role in my life. The church would be empty. But Jenny. I had Jenny, and Sam.

“I don’t want to pressure you, think about it overnight, you can tell me your answer in the morning.”

My shoulders relaxed, and I tilted my head to him and kissed him. Kissed the lips I knew I wanted to kiss for all eternity.

I didn’t give him an answer. The yes to the engagement had flown out of my mouth, but getting married tomorrow, that left me speechless.

* * *

J
ay laid beside me
, in a deep sleep that came easy to him. Sleep that wouldn’t come for me. Was this my last night as a single woman? I loved Jay. He healed me. He protected me. I wanted to marry Jay. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. What was my hesitation about tomorrow?

I fingered the ring on my finger. The rock was comically large. So much, that even though I’d taken a photo to text Jenny and Sam, I didn’t because I wanted to see the looks on their faces when first they saw it.

I’d always thought weddings took ages to plan, to make every little detail as perfect as possible. That the bride tried on an endless number of gowns before she found the perfect one.

Where was this wedding even taking place? Would someone dressed as Elvis be there?

Did I want to go through with it? Jay hadn’t put any pressure on me at all. He didn’t so much as bring it up again, instead letting me consider it before answering him in the morning.

I didn’t have parents. He didn’t have a dad. I wondered what his mother was like. He’s barely talked about her. They can't be close. It seems weird if I were to marry someone without knowing any of his family.

But at the same time, he’s told me more than twice how family is the most important thing in life. How he would never do anything to hurt or betray a family member. Who could make a better father than someone who so strongly believes that?

Sometime around two, I decided that I was already living with him and we were going to get married anyway, there was no point in waiting. I was getting married tomorrow. Or today, really, since it was after midnight.

I shook Jay until he woke.

“Huh? What?” I draped my body over him and kissed his forehead.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” He shook his head, disoriented with sleep.

“I want to marry you tomorrow.” In the faint light, his eyes shot open and he grabbed me tight.

“I love you. I’m going to give you the best life ever.” His lips brushed mine, the touch electric. “What time is it?”

“Two thirty.”

“Go to sleep Beautiful, we have a big day tomorrow.”

He laid facing me and put his arm around my body.

Part of me wanted to jump out of bed and phone Jenny, but I was exhausted and I needed my beauty sleep for the wedding photos. My eyes closed.

* * *

“
I
love you
.” I kissed all over Jay’s face until he opened his eyes.