ALINA
Being Vincent Sterling’s girlfriend wasn’t something I thought I could achieve anytime soon. It happened so fast that I am still questioning myself if this is really happening.
Trying to rein in my excitement, I reached for the velvet box in his hand, picked it up, and brought it closer to my face, examining it. “This is beautiful.”
“Is that a yes?”
No isn’t even an option.
“I am going to need you to wear it on me though,” I whispered, staring at him underneath my lashes.
Vincent’s mouth twitched before he reached for my hand, then the bracelet, fastening it around my wrist, then he lifted my hand and placed a kiss on it.
“I am a possessive man Alina,” he whispered, letting go of my hand. “And I hate it when other men touch what is mine.”
Okay, why do I find those words
