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RAE
There are moments that make me question my reality.
Not in a Matrix “red pill or blue pill” way. More like, “How did my life become this extraordinary?”
Tonight, the final night of my nearly yearlong Vegas residency, isn’t only my crowning achievement—it’s a coronation in itself, complete with cheering crowds and glittering confetti. Spending tonight with people I love only makes it sweeter.
But for all the smiling faces and pumping fists, a part of my heart was locked away until I looked up and saw the man in the VIP booth.
It’s not the clothes on his perfect body or the way he sips his whiskey as though it’s lucky to be on his lips. It’s not even the way he carries himself with utter confidence and command.
It’s knowing he’s in love with me.
Me. A woman who never dated. Never even stargazed in tabloids or on social media. Never wore designer clothes or flew on a private jet.
I didn’t ask to fall for a man in the public eye, one with enough baggage to sink us both.
But I don’t regret it for the world. I’m a different person from when we met—more trusting, more open, more whole.
When the ice bucket arrives, I’m transported back to our games in Ibiza, played out like this. Close enough to tease, too far apart to touch.
He’s been away all week, and I’m aching for his low voice, his assured touch, the way he knows how to drive me crazy.
After spending most of his life in pursuit of a vendetta, which he’s now completed, you’d think the man would relax.
Not even close.
Two years together and his idea of compromise is letting me pick our coffee maker.
Still, I love him like I never thought I could love anyone. Despite his flaws, he’s responsible and more than loyal to those he cares about—he’s devout.
I reach for the napkin. Two words are scrawled in assured handwriting.
MARRY ME.
–H
I stare into the lights, hoping for a glimpse of his expression. He lifts his drink to his mouth, and I imagine there’s a hint of a smile on those lips.
I flip him off with my ring finger, the huge blue diamond flashing to the crowd even though it’s only for him.
I said I’d marry you.
We’ve both been busy since he proposed. I’m grateful neither of us is in a rush because I’m barely keeping up with the way my career has exploded.
When the track ends, the lights go out and the crowd erupts, screaming.
I don’t have a moment to catch my breath before hands grab me from behind. I’m pulled against a hard, familiar body. My pulse explodes from arousal, not shock.
“Marry me now. Here. In Vegas.”
I’m stunned silent.
Before I can make sense of the words, his lips claim mine.
His kiss is deep and drugging, sweet and possessive. It makes every spotlight seem designed for me and every thudding bassline I wrote seem to fade away.
His hands slide down to my ass. His hardness against my stomach makes me open my mouth on a groan.
