Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“Oh my god, Stacey just fell on her face,” Sasha starts pointing and laughing along with the rest of our group. That’s kind of funny.
“You’re such a bitch,” Stacey jests and elbows Sasha in the ribs. “I’m getting another round.”
“Can you handle it?” I giggle, which earns me a glare from our friend.
We climb down from the stage and head to the bar, as soon as I make it to Caleb’s side, Caleb walks away and Tommy wraps his arm around my neck.
“What’s up with Caleb?” I ask, trying to crane my neck to see him but Tommy’s arm is too tight. “You can let go now.”
“Nope.” Tommy says and sways a little. Sigh.
Sasha hands me a pink cocktail, I sip it sparingly, not wanting to get too drunk. It’s my birthday, I want kinky birthday sex.
Where is Caleb?
“Okay, so… ha, I almost fell,” Oh god, what’s he doing on the stage? “So, well… It’s her birthday… Gwen’s I mean.” He scratches his head, Tommy actually releases me so I’m assuming I’m allowed to watch this. “And for her birthday I got her a gift.” He looks me straight in the eyes. “Come here Gwenny.”
I shake my head and take a step back. There’s no way in hell I’m going up there.
Seconds later Tommy has my arm and forces me towards the stage. Oh god.
My palms are sweating. What’s he doing? “Are you crazy?” I hiss as Caleb tugs me up to his side.
“For you,” he responds into the microphone and a collective ‘aww’ can be heard.
I’m in hell. “Stop it.”
“She hates being the centre of attention,” Caleb tells everyone like this trait is adorable. I’m mortified. “So I’ll do this as quickly as possible.”
“No sex on the stage,” Tommy shouts making everyone laugh and me blush further.
“Shut up,” Caleb responds and looks at me. He turns me to face him and grips my hands in his. “Marry me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sasha shrieks and my eyes go to her. “All of the planning, all of the preparation and that’s how you’re going to ask her? You’re hopeless.”
Ask me what?
Caleb’s eyes go wide and the room goes silent. Did I miss something?
“Fuck,” he says and takes a step back. “Seriously?”
I blink in astonishment, “What? Do I have something on my face?”
“I ask you to marry me and that’s all you have to say?”
Oh.
I mean, what? He wants me to marry him? “You want me to marry you?” I cry and take my own step back. “But…”
“You didn’t hear me? How could you not hear me? I was standing right here.”
“I was too busy thinking you wanted to have sex on the stage,” I mumble so only he hears me. He laughs and pulls me into his arms.
“So, will you?”
I chew on my lip and nod slightly, “Only if you let me off this stage.”
He smiles, it’s wide and brilliant and his eyes glitter with happiness. “She said yes.”
There’s a roar of sound as everyone screams together. Caleb lifts me and kisses me deeply. I return it before pushing him away, blood bubbling in my cheeks.
“Where’s the ring?” Tommy shouts.
“Fucking hell!” Caleb curses and sways a bit. “I have it, one second.” He pulls a small box from his pocket and falls to one knee before me. Oh dear god.
“Will you marry me?” He asks again. Why is he asking again?
“I’ve already said yes,” I laugh and watch as he places the ring on my slender finger. It’s beautiful, gold with a single diamond. We can’t afford much but if we were able to afford the most expensive of rings, they wouldn’t even rival the beauty of this one. “I love it.”
“And I love you.”
“Ugh, cliché, I hope you know you ruined this night for me,” Sasha pouts, slaps Caleb upside the head and stomps away leaving us laughing in each other’s arms.
“I did mess it up a bit,” Caleb admits, his body swaying again. “Dance with me precious.”
“Kay,” I agree. We don’t dance, however we do kiss… a lot.
I’m engaged.
Oh my god. I’m engaged!
I’m marrying the man of my dreams.
Three shots later I stand on a wobbly chair and announce this to the entire room.
Caleb gives me two more shots and an hour later I’m announcing it around his dick… in the privacy of our bedroom.
******
I pace back and forth, my teeth nibbling on my fingers. This isn’t happening. This can’t happen.
I’m scheduled, I’m on time and everything I own has a place. Caleb always says my body doesn’t know how to be late for anything. He’s not wrong.
“I’m back,” Caleb charges through the door, panting like a dog.
I don’t hesitate to snatch the plastic carrier bag from his hand and race him up the stairs, shedding the bag on the way and the box. When I make it to the toilet, all I hold is the stick.