I shake my head.
“Which one? We’ve had a lot of conversations.”
Gray nods, and takes a deep breath.
“The one where we talked about how your dad wanted you to work for Kombuchaid? The family legacy and all that?”
I laugh.
“Yeah, but I never went back after my internship ended. Motherhood came for me, remember? But it’s for the best. I was never into marketing, and I love staying home with Fannie while painting in my free time.”
Gray nods seriously, and kisses me.
“But even so, Brent wanted you to work for the company because you’re his heir, and he wanted to keep the company in family hands. Now I think we have a chance, don’t you?”
Slowly, realization dawns on my face.
“You said that we should merge our families. Something about making a baby together, so that the company would stay with both the Marshalls and the Jamisons.”
Gray nods, his eyes twinkling.
“It’s happened, hasn’t it? Everything I predicted came true.”
I laugh, slapping his arm playfully.
“Gray, Fannie is only one! Maybe she’ll hate the corporate world just as much as I do!”
But he merely shakes his head and presses another kiss to my mouth.
“Or maybe she’ll be just like her father and grandfather, and adore business and commerce. It could happen. Besides, if Fannie doesn’t fall in love with Kombuchaid, then it means we should have more children. We’ll have to have at least a dozen to make sure that at least one of them decides to stick with the company.”
That’s when I know it’s my turn. My cheeks flush and I look up at him through my lashes.
“Well, I don’t think you have to worry, Mr. Jamison, because I’m pregnant again. You’re going to be a daddy, and Fannie will have a little brother or sister in about … oh, seven months.”
The look on Gray’s face is sheer joy, and he cups my cheeks tenderly with both hands.
“Are you serious, sweetheart?”
I nod, so happy that my soul overflows with happiness.
“Yes, Gray. Our family is growing, and I can’t wait to have another baby with you.”
He merely kisses me again, his lips tender as his eyes gaze into mine with adoration. After all, Gray is my dad’s business partner, but now our love has united us as a family.
THE END
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Sneak Peek: The Frat Boys Next Door Sasha
Sasha’s had a crush on the frat boys next door for ages now, even when they keep her up all night.
It should be illegal for houses to be so close together that I can hear people having sex next door.
If only my scholarship to Remington College included room and board, then I wouldn’t have to live in this ramshackle, four-story building. My bedroom is in the attic, which is nice because I get plenty of privacy. However, the walls must not be insulated because whenever there’s a party at the frat house across the way, I feel like I’m practically there.
But right now, this drafty attic room is all I can afford. Even now, I have to work two jobs in order to make ends meet, and that’s on top of being a full-time student. It’s not easy, but I count my blessings. Things could be much worse. So what if I occasionally have to stop by Remington College’s food pantry? I’m not too proud to go hungry, and I’m grateful for what the donors provide.
But what makes life excruciatingly unbearable are the loud parties that happen pretty much every night at Delta Tau Tau. The heavy bass, random thumping noises, and of course, the moans and squeals that could drive a nun insane.
I should have known better than to accept a room next to a frat house. How anyone in my house gets their zzz’s is a mystery to me. Maybe I should invest in noise-cancelling headphones. But I’d be too afraid to use them because what if I slept right through my alarm? I’d lose my barista job, which requires me to be at Cafe La Heart by 5 a.m. each morning.
Speaking of which, there’s a thumping bass coming from next door which practically makes my floor vibrate. I sigh and check the time. It’s nearly eleven at night and it’s a Tuesday! Who the heck has parties this late on a weekday? Don’t guys in frats have class, just like everybody else? What about the people who attend these parties?
I peer out of my window. My vantage point gives me a good view of the offending house. There are people standing around in the yard next door with red cups in hand, and sure enough, the house is packed to the rafters with kids. People are talking, drinking, singing, and a few people are even dancing on the deck they have on the first floor. Apparently, weekdays mean nothing in college, but I didn’t get the memo. I’m fine with partying on weekends, but this is just sheer ridiculousness. I mean, hello. Some of us have jobs to go to in the morning, followed by a full day of classes.
I snap my curtain closed in frustration. A part of me wishes I was there, enjoying the party at Delta Tau Tau. At least if I were having fun,
