Beauty and the Billionaire
“I love you,” she says, and everyone says it back. I lean down and kiss my wife. She will forever be mine. I wouldn't let it be any other way.
Who knew your whole world could change with just one look?
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YOU ARE MINE
“Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly.” – Author Unknown
YOU ARE MINE
Dane
From the moment I found Kennedy, she was destined to be mine. Then she was gone without a trace. I don't know what sent her running, but the one thing I did know is that I wouldn’t rest until I found her. All I cared about was getting her back. And I would do exactly that, no matter what it took.
Kennedy
Losing your memory is scary. Especially when you wake up alone and realize there’s a baby growing inside you. I have to stay strong for both of us, whoever we are. Still, in the back of my mind is a man who makes me feel so many things I don’t understand.
Then he's there standing in front of me. Some tell me I should be wary of billionaire Dane Osborne. I find it hard to believe that he’s in love with me.
But he still keeps saying those three words that have me wondering if I should be running from him or to him. "You are mine."
PROLOGUE
DANE
I sit and wait, biding my time in the dark. I’ve never been a patient man. Even less so when it comes to Kennedy, but she has given me no other option.
While I might not be patient, that woman could make me turn myself inside out to please her. It’s a foreign feeling to me. I never worry about pleasing anyone. I suck in a deep breath. The smell of honey and vanilla fills my lungs. It takes the edge off a tiny bit being in her bedroom.
All night my Kennedy teased me. She continued to float around the room pretending not to see me. Acting as though I didn't have my mouth between her thighs hours ago making her cry out my name. The only time I got a reaction out of her was when my mother started talking about potential women that I should wed.
Kennedy had stilled for a moment at my mom’s mention of trying to marry me off. She had almost dropped the bottle of wine she was bringing over to the table. Finally, her eyes met mine, and there was no missing the tears in them. They shouldn’t have been there. I’ve told her time and time again that she alone owns my heart. There will never be another for me.
It took every ounce of my control to keep from grabbing her throughout the night. So many times I wanted to reach for her. To invite her to join me at the table for dinner. To pull her into my lap. I hate the fact that she has to wait on me and everyone else here. I’m over it.
The dinner party my mother put on this evening was my breaking point. I’ve waited long enough to have Kennedy. I do not want to waste another second. I do not want her to be a secret, no matter what the consequences may be. She deserves so much more than that.
I relax when the door to her room opens, and she steps in. She flips on the lights, revealing me to her. Her eyes go wide before she quickly shuts the door, switching the lights back off.
“Dane.” She whispers my name.
Kennedy is the only one to call me by my real name. To everyone else I’m Oz. My cock has been hard this entire time that I’ve been sitting in her bedroom waiting for her. My name on her lips makes everything inside of me ache with need. “What are you doing in here? You’re going to get us caught.”
I stand from the chair, clearing the space between us. She places her small hands on my chest, gazing up at me with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Small freckles dot the tops of her cheeks and nose.
“You know why I’m here, love.” She bites her lip. She’s always so unsure of us, and I hate it. “I’m too old to be sneaking around the halls of my own home.”
Home is putting it mildly. The Osborne estate is massive with a staff of thirty. Kennedy was one of the new hires. She knocked me right on my ass the moment she swept past me, her brunette hair trailing behind her in her haste. She hadn’t even spared me a glance.
It took me some time to get her to even share more than a couple of words with me. Her cheeks would always be tinted a shade of pink every time I tried to have a conversation with her. I didn’t know a blush could be a turn-on. I was very wrong. Everything Kennedy does turns me on. She is unlike any other woman I’ve met.