Page 100 of The Highest Bid


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What the hell?

I’m stunned, and my eyes don’t waver from hers. What did she just say? I have trouble believing the words that hang heavy in the air between us, but they don’t seem to touch Moreen at all. She gives nothing away, except for the layer of pain deep in her eyes.

Is this one of her weird jokes? Yet, I know it’s not, and before I can ask what happened, a hand drops on my shoulder, and I quickly look up.

“Catch,” Chester says, throwing a small velvet box at me. I’m quick enough to grab it before it hits my plate.

“What is it?” I ask, staring at it with suspicion.

“Open it, princess.” I swallow because I recognize the shape, but that would be impossible, yet my cheeks grow red, and my heart starts to race. I open it slowly with a trembling hand.

What the bloody hell?

“It’s a key,” Moreen says loudly with confusion in the tone of her voice that matches mine. My eyes snap up to Chester, and a chuckle leaves me before I shrug my shoulders to indicate I don’t understand.

“Princess.” I chuckle when I see him drop down on one knee next to me.

“You idiot,” I say, and he winks with that sparkling joy in his eyes.

“I’m tired of you calling me every hour of the day to let you inside my house, and considering my bathroom holds way too many blonde hairs already and my closet looks like a fashion store, I think you should have your own key.” I grab the rose gold key out of the box and admire what it means. It’s perfect. I’ve been staying with Topper since the wedding was called off, but I’ve spent the majority of my time with Chester in his house.

“I love it.” He nods his head, and I quickly grab the hair at the back of his head to pull him towards me. I kiss him deeply, and my stomach flutters even more with butterflies.

I let him go and drop my hand on his cheek, and he mouths the words that show we’re in it for the long haul. That love can be enough to change minds and hearts. To teach how to fight for what you want and deserve. That love means a future for him and me. Together.

“One day.”

“One day,” I whisper.

The End