Page 140 of Bossy Wicked Prince

Her amber eyes still look uncertain. “But?—”

“Hey, look at me.” I squeeze her hand and say the most important words I’ve ever said. “You are not an inconvenience, and you are not second to the company. Don’t you get it, Kitten? You’re the most important thing in my life. I need you like I need…sunlight.”

Happy tears shine in her eyes, and she brushes them away while she smiles down at me.

“I want to be the one you call when you’re excited or when you’re sad. The one you seek out when you need help or just when you’re bored. I want mine to be the name you scream every time you climax…and I want to share that name with you.”

I open the box and she gasps. For once, I didn’t even think about calling my stylist. I wanted to choose her ring myself, and I spent ages searching for the right rosy pink diamond. I can tell from Cat’s grin that I made the right choice.

“Will you marry me?”

She laughs and brushes the last tears away. “Are you sure?”

I chuckle. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“Yes.”

She kneels down to kiss me. Or at least, she tries to. She practically tackles me to the floor, she’s so excited. Of course, I’m all too happy to pull her down to the floor with me and kiss her until we’re both breathless. If Cat wants to go to the gala, fine by me. But I can think of a few ways I’d rather celebrate, all of which would happen right here in this apartment.

My plans are interrupted when my phone starts buzzing. It keeps going, no matter how long I kiss Cat. It’s too fucking distracting, and I groan as I pull away from her.

“Who’s so desperate to reach you?” she asks.

“It’s the guys. They have no patience,” I mutter.

“What are they saying?” she says, giggling.

I check my phone. “They say they’ve got gifts and more champagne downstairs. They want us to come down.”

I fire off a quick message telling them to back off a second. She literallyjustsaid yes.

Actually, the guys wanted to be here to watch the proposal. I shut that down—this moment was just for me and Cat. I know that’s how she would want it, too.

Cat’s phone buzzes, and she smiles when she opens it.

“Pippa?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “Luke wants to know if he can open the champagne already and Ryan wants to see the ring.”

I groan. “They added you to a new group chatwithout me?”

“You should be happy that your friends like me.” Cat grabs the abandoned ring box and looks at it again. “Oh, Nate, it’s perfect. I love it.”

I grab her hand and slide the ring onto her finger. “You make it even more beautiful, Kitten.”

Both our phones buzz. Our friends are apparently very impatient.

“We better go downstairs,” Cat says. “We wouldn’t want to keep them waiting.”

But I take her face in my hand and pull her toward me. I kiss her once, then again, more deeply. I murmur, “Let them wait.”

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