Page 150 of Capturing Love

I gasped and spun back to him, wide-eyed and mouth agape.

Grayson closed the distance between us. “We may be from different worlds, but I want to create a new one…with you.”

I drew in a deep breath as my resilience began to crumble. “Grayson, please…” My eyes burned. “I’ve been saving for this trip since I moved here. This is something I need to do.”

Grayson shrugged. “Fine.” He pulled out his phone and typed a long message, lifting his sparkling gaze to mine as he pressed send.

“What are you doing?” I asked, tapering my eyes.

His sly grin grew. “Well, if you’re not going to stay, then I’ll have to come with you. I’m due for some time off.”

“But…you can’t…”

He folded his arms. “Why not?”

“Your parents, for one…”

“They have no hold over me anymore. As of yesterday, I’m no longer with Harlow Corp.”

I gasped. “You left the family business?”

“Kind of,” he said with an easy shrug. “I left one, and started another.”

“What about Adam?”

“He’ll be running Harlow Corp. as soon as Dad retires, and I’ll be heading something new. Grandpa was blown away by my ideas, and wanted to back me. Can you believe it?”

I stopped breathing as the realisation struck me. “You bought Maude?”

Grayson cupped my face in his palm. “It was the only way. My father can’t ruin your career if he has no control over it.”

My eyes lit up. “So everyone keeps their jobs?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “Except for maybe Janice. She’s a bitch.”

I burst out laughing, right before the tears started. “She is, isn’t she?”

Grayson pulled me to his chest and I exhaled into his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

I peered up into his hazel eyes and melted into him. “I’ve missed you too, so fucking much,” I said, pushing up onto my tiptoes to kiss his soft lips.

His hands travelled up my back and rested in the nape of my neck as he devoured my mouth, pressing his body into mine.

“You’re really coming with me?” I murmured, when our mouths parted.

“Well…no…” he said, clearing his throat. “You’re actually coming with me.”

I scrunched my nose. “Huh?”

“We’re taking the private jet.”

My eyes grew wide. “Are you sure you’re allowed—”

“It’s Grandpa’s jet, and he loves you almost as much as I do.”

Heat rose up my neck. “Oh…”

His face fell. “This new world of ours can have a private jet, can’t it? Please don’t make me fly…” he shuddered. “Commercial.”