The Billionaire's Proposal

Here Comes The Bride (Part III)

Dedicated to @parulnagalia

"Ms. Hamilton?" David's voice brings me out of my trance. I turn around to find David opening the limousine door.

"David, can you help me put Adrian into the car?" I ask and he obliges. Together we get a now passed out Adrian into the limousine.

I turn around and scan the beach only to find it empty. Guess the champagne is getting to me. With a sad sigh I step into the car before it is closed by David.

"Leila you're a bitch." I hear Adrian mumble which causes me to giggle.

"Oh, you're going to have one hell of a hang over tomorrow Mr. McKeller." I state as I push away a few strands of his brown locks back. I take the time to admire his handsome facial physique.

Without his usual grumpy frown he looks like the young man he was. His temples were relaxed as well as his facial expression. A warm feeling spread across my chest as I stared at the man in front of me. Could it be possible? No, I can't! Can I? Is it possible I'm starting to fall in love with my fake fiancé?

"Jane you look beautiful in that dress." Adrian mumbled causing me to snap out of my thoughts. Did he just say what I think he did?

"He's drunk Jane, he doesn't know what he is saying." I tell myself. But then again they say children and drunk people always tell the truth.

I let out a long sigh and run a hand threw my now tangled brown locks. God, what is happening to me?

***

"Where are we?" Adrian questions slightly awake.

"We are back at the mansion." I answer only to earn a sleepy nod. David opens the door and I step out first.

David tries helping Adrian out but being his stubborn self Adrian refused.

"I can (hiccup) get out myself." He stated as he started getting out of the car only to trip and fall flat on his face.

"Mr. McKeller are you okay?" David asked trying hard to suppress his laughter.

"I'm fine." Adrian answered. David and I helped him back on his feet and brought him into the house even though Adrian protested he could do it himself.

We dropped him onto the king sized bed before David dismissed himself. Adrian's snoring filled the silence of the room and I decided to go get ready for bed. I walk into my room and slid the gown off. I let my hair fall into tangled wave relieved that the painful bobby puns were no longer poking my scalp. I tie my messy brown locks into a bun to tired to take a shower. I replace the beige dress for a pair of comfortable white silk pajama shorts with black hearts on them. I put on a black silk night gown top and slid on my black slippers. I walk back towards to Adrian's room once I decide to check up on him.

Laying on the bed was a passed out Adrian. I walk over to one of the drawers and thankfully it was the one with clean t-shirts. I take one out before walking back towards a sleeping Adrian. I carefully unbuttoned his shirt making sure not to wake him up. I slid it off and throw it into the dirty clothes rack before replacing it with a clean navy blue t-shirt. I unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants which caused my cheeks to flush. I looked away once the pants were below the waist and quickly covered Adrian up with the sheets. I threw the white slacks in the rack before turning the lamp light off.

"Goodnight Jane." I froze as the words left his mouth and I felt my cheeks heat up. Was he up the entire time?!

With flushed cheeks I ran out the room and back into mine. I sprinted towards my bed and hid under the sheets. Why do you hate me god?