65
Emily Monroe
When the night finally ended, Stiles and I walked into the house hand in hand with me laughing at a joke he had made.
When we got to the stairs, Stiles pulled me clsoer, wrapping his hands over ny waist.
“Tonight was fun,” he said with a smile on his face.
My smile mirrored his as I nodded my head. “True, I didn’t think I’d have fun. Who would’ve thought that billionaires also know how to have a little fun,” I teased.
“Oh please. We invented the word fun,” Stiles replied, his eyes holding mine.
“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, leaning in with his eyes on my lips.
I nodded my head at him, unable to use my words as I was lost in his eyes when he looked at me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman that’s ever lived and I don’t think I tell you enough,” h
