Cassandra
I woke up with the sheet on my face. I rubbed my eyes and spun my head to the left and saw Nick sleeping next to me. He was shirtless. And then I remembered everything.
"Oh shit," I whispered.
"Cassie," He whispered in his sleep,"
"Yeah," I said.
"Don't get off this bed, don't leave me," He said. His eyelids fluttered open. He cupped my face in his palm.
"Don't you dare leave me," he repeated.
"I won't," I said sleepily.
6 Months Pass
I adjusted my dress and sat. The waves crashed, the sun was setting and the horizon looked pink and purple. He descended down the steps and had a bottle of wine in his hand. He said it was a special night. I nibbled at the cheese on the platter. He placed in the cooler and her grabbed the wine-opener and opened the wine. He poured the wine into the wine glasses. Our glasses clinked. I smiled. I was so happy, Nick was happy, everything was perfect. He smiled and stared at the horizon and then his eyes went wide.
"What?"
"The sky, it's beautiful,"
"Yeah, it is," I said. He put his glass down and looked up at me.
"Close your eyes for me, for a second," He said.
"O-kay," I shut my eyes and heard some shuffling.
"Okay, open," When I opened my eyes I saw a large ring staring back at me.
"Cassandra, would you make the happiest British architect and marry me and be Mrs. Adkins?" I hesitated and then I looked into his eyes. God those eyes. I saw my future in them, I was happy, with a family, in our house, and I knew what to say.
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Architecturally not love...I think
عاطفيةA London Billionaire that is a big name in the architect world hires a couple girls to do be his slaves or at least that's what Cassandra thinks. She doesn't like her boss. But who said she doesn't love him.
