Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I shake my head sternly. “Nothing matters to me but you, Mia. You’re my life now. Any and everything I do is for you.”
She’s watching me closely, searching my face, and I know she needs to hear the words almost as much as I need to say them. “No, Mia. I’m not divorcing you. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love you. I know you could do better than me. I know you’re young, beautiful, smart and have your own money. You don’t need me. But I promise you that there is no one that will ever love you more than I do.”
She shakes her head. “But you’re wrong, Mason.”
I look at her questioningly. She holds on to the front of my shirt and pulls me closer so our lips are almost touching. “I do need you. I felt like I couldn’t breathe just thinking about leaving you. I need you, Mason.”
I smile, ready to seal it with a kiss, but she continues. “And more than that, I love you. I knew when I first saw you and the possessive way you looked at me that I loved you. More than anything in this world, I want to be yours.”
I kiss her then. Fiercely, without holding back. She turns in my lap, straddling me. I pull back just enough to pull her nightgown off. “That’s good, honey. Because you’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
She raises her arms, and I pull the gown over her head. She leans in, pressing her breast against my chest. “I like the sound of that.”
I spend the whole night—the rest of eternity—showing her that I mean it. She’s mine... and I’m hers.
Mia
Later in the night, I’m nestled in Mason’s arms, and I feel so close to him.
I could stay right here, just like this—just the two of us—and know I’ll never want another thing.
Cuddled against him, tracing patterns on his chest, I ask him, “Do you think your family is going to like me?”
“Oh, I don’t know…” he starts.
I gasp and look up into his face, and he’s smiling wickedly at me. “Oh, you,” I say, playfully slapping him on the chest.
Finally he says, “They’ll love you. Not as much as I do, but yeah.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, planting a big kiss on his lips. “I love you, too. Now feed me, Mr. Mistletoe, and then take me back to bed.”
He stands up and holds his hand out. “As you wish, wife.” We go down to the kitchen where we eat, but we don’t make it back to the bedroom before he shows me again just how much he needs me.
Epilogue
Mia
One Year Later
“I can’t believe it’s been this long since I’ve been here. Do you think my parents would be upset with me?” I ask Mason.
He’s holding my hand outside of my parents’ winery and tugs me to a stop. My heart rate speeds up just looking at him. We’ve been married a year, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. Mason has proven over and over that it was definitely fate that brought us together. There is no doubt in my mind that we are soul mates and were made for each other. I know it, and I’m pretty sure he believes it too.
He’s just staring at me with so much love on his face that I know my plans for today are going to be perfect.
He brings my hand up and kisses my knuckles. “Your mom and dad would understand you needed time. We’re here now. And I can’t wait for you to show me everything.”
I look out on the vineyard, and even though the vines are bare right now, I can remember how beautiful this place is in the summer. Luckily, my plan has been in play for a while now, and I was able to have it completed with the sweetest grapes of the season.
Ava, the manager that has been overseeing the winery, walks up to me, and after a few pleasantries, she places a box in my hands. “Here it is. The new wine you approved,” she tells me with her eyebrows wagging.
I snap my eyes to Mason, but luckily, he didn’t notice. Fortunately, my husband only has eyes for me. I turn back to Ava and tell her, “Thank you,” but she’s already almost to the door she just came in. With a quick wave, she walks out, leaving us alone together.
“This is for you,” I tell him, handing him the box.
Surprised, his eyes flick to mine. “For me?”
Nodding, I gesture for him to open it. I had a big speech, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it without tears pouring from my eyes, I’ve been so emotional lately, so I had them attach a letter to the box.