Chapter 17%
I frowned, stepping inside, my heels clicking against the marble floor. The air smelled different–like fresh roses and something… warm. Familiar.N
I turned the corner and froze.
The dining area was bathed in the golden glow of candlelight. A long table was set with fine china and silverware, the flickering flames reflecting off the crystal glasses. A bouquet of white roses sat in the center, their fragrance filling the room. Soft music played in the background, the melody slow and romantic.
And there, standing at the head of the table, was Jeron.
Dressed in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he leaned against the chair, watching me with that familiar smirk.”
“Took you long enough,” he said, his voice smooth, teasing.
I blinked, still processing what was happening. “What… is all this?“}
Jeron pushed off the chair and walked toward me, his hands slipping into his pockets. “Dinner,” he said casually. “I figured you could use a proper meal after everything. And besides….” He tilted his head, his smirk widening. “I had something important to ask you.“}]
My heart skipped. “Jeron…”
He took my hand and led me to the table. “Sit.“@
I hesitated but obeyed, settling into the chair as he poured me a glass of wine. Then, instead of taking the seat across from me, he knelt.
Right there. In front of me.
My breath caught.
“Katherine Covey,” he said, his voice suddenly serious, his blue eyes locking onto mine. “I’ve asked you this before, and I’ll ask again -will you marry me?”
The room went still.
No teasing. No games. Just Jeron, waiting.
I had spent so much time pushing him away, afraid to let myself feel again. But the truth was–I already had. I had fallen, and there was no point in denying it.”
I exhaled, my lips trembling as I finally whispered, “Yes.“}]
The next few days were a whirlwind.
Jeron barely let me out of his sight, and honestly? I didn’t mind.
The wedding was planned quickly–intimate, private, just family and a few close friends. No media, no grand spectacle, just us.”
For the first time, I was marrying someone not because I was forced to, not because I was a replacement for someone else–but
because I wanted to.
Jeron wanted me. And I wanted him.
On the day of the wedding, my mother helped me into my gown–a simple but elegant ivory dress with delicate lace details.
“You look beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes glistening.
I smiled, squeezing her hand. “Thank you for everything, Mom.”
She kissed my forehead. “Are you ready?“}
I took a deep breath. “Yes.“}
The ceremony was held at the Covey estate, the garden adorned with fairy lights and fresh flowers. Jeron stood at the altar, dressed in a tailored black suit, looking more handsome than ever.”
When our eyes met, everything else faded away.”
I walked down the aisle, my heart pounding.”
Jeron smirked, whispering as I reached him, “Took you long enough.”
I laughed softly. “Worth the wait?“}
“More than you’ll ever know.”
The vows were simple, heartfelt./
When the officiant finally said, “You may now kiss the bride,” Jeron didn’t hesitate.
His lips crashed against mine, his hands pulling me close.”
The cheers faded in the background. All I felt was him.”
My husband.%
The honeymoon was nothing short of perfect.”
Jeron had planned everything down to the last detail–a private island, a luxurious villa with breathtaking ocean views, and absolutely no interruptions.%
The moment we arrived, he carried me inside, kicking the door shut.”
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“Jeron-“I squealed as he threw me onto the massive bed, hovering over me with that wicked grin.
“You’re mine now, Mrs. Kavinsky.“%
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Was I ever not?”
That night, the world disappeared.
It was just us—our bodies tangled together, our whispered promises, the sound of waves crashing outside as he made me his over and over again.
The days passed in a blissful haze.
Mornings were slow–waking up tangled in sheets, Jeron pressing lazy kisses against my skin before dragging me into the shower.}] Afternoons were filled with adventure–exploring the island, sailing, dancing under the sun.
Nights? Nights were ours.
One evening, as we sat on the beach, watching the sunset, Jeron suddenly turned to me, his expression serious.
“Are you happy?” he asked.
I smiled, lacing my fingers with his. “More than I ever thought I could be.“>>
Jeron exhaled, cupping my face. “Then promise me something.”
“What?”
“Stay mine. No matter what happens, no matter what comes our way–choose me.“}]
I looked into his eyes, my heart aching at the vulnerability there.
“I promise,” I whispered.
Jeron kissed me, slow and deep, sealing that promise between us.
For the first time in forever…
I had no doubts.
I was exactly where I was meant to be.
