Page 208 of Faking Cinderella
It’s music.
It’s music and home and the promise of sunrise and the beauty of sunset, all wrapped up in this one complex, kind, strong, smart, compassionate woman whom I intend to lovewithout reservation, without fear, without regrets, for the rest of my life.
She sags against me, spent, her chest rising and falling against mine as the last of my orgasm leaves me too.
“I love you,” she whispers again. “And I’m going to do everything I can to deserve you.”
“Just breathe, Margot,” I whisper back. “That’s all you have to do. Ever.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, kisses my shoulder, and then snuggles back into me while the bubbles softly pop and fizz around us, the world going on below us. I drop my head back into the perfect headrest at the edge of the bathtub and hold her.
This.
This is peace.
Clarity.
Happiness.
“So I’m unemployed,” she murmurs after a while.
I bark out an unexpected laugh at that. “I’m sure you’ll find something to do with your time.”
She kisses my neck. “Maybe we can find something that’ll scratch both of our itches.”
I crack up. “I thought we just did that.”
“When we’re not doing that.”
“Have something in mind?”
“Yes.”
It’s utterly impossible to not smile broader at that.
Of course she does.
“Tell me,” I murmur.
“So, I’m a billionaire…”
She’s a fucking hilarious billionaire. “Yes, you are,” I say through a roll of laughter.
“And my favorite people on this planet are people who are using their resources to do good in the world. So…I think Ishould use my resources to do good too. In ways thatIcan do good.”
“Such as?”
She giggles.
God, I love her giggle.
“You’re thinking something bad, aren’t you?” I murmur.
“I’m thinking I can start my own hotel chain, not care if it makes money, and competitively price my father out of the market.” She giggles again. Clears her throat like she’s trying to be serious. Giggles once more. “Not because I need revenge.Morerevenge. It’s a nice side effect, but if I can make it more affordable for families to stay at our hotels, more affordable for businesspeople to have a comfortable spot to rest so that they can do what they need to do better, and if I can personally sacrifice profits because I don’t need them, and invest in paying my staff well instead—that would make me happy.”
I hug her tighter. “You’re fucking amazing, do you know that?”
“And…just listen, okay?”
