One Love Davenport, Fiona (most interesting books to read .txt) 📖

“Did he call my phone first?” asked Gracie.

Audrey shook her head, her light brown ponytail swinging wildly behind her. “Do you think he found out?” she whispered.

I shook my head but took my proffered phone from Audrey, concerned about why Jonah had called so many times. I was positive he didn’t know what we were up to, so it had to be something else important.

“Answer it,” Gracie demanded with a crooked smile. “Or we’ll all be going crazy instead of focusing on our wedding.”

“Kendall,” I barked after tapping the call button.

“Hudson, you need to respond to the German company about their offer. I can only hold them off so much longer. I understand if you want to talk things over with Grace first, but at least let them know you’re considering it. Or not, I don’t give a fuck. But—”

“Jonah,” I cut him off, thoroughly confused. “What are you talking about?”

Jonah was silent for a full thirty seconds. “You're not in your office, are you?”

I laughed. “If you thought I was lost in my work and ignoring you, why not just come down to my office?”

I heard a giggle in the background and rolled my eyes. “You have company.”

Gracie leaned back from trying to listen in and mimed gagging, making me chuckle. She hated it when she couldn’t pretend her parents' sex life was nonexistent.

“Exactly. They won’t stop calling me, so I’m calling you. Check your email, respond, and...on a side note, don’t ever let me catch you with my daughter in your office.”

I barely managed to contain my snort of laughter, but he hung up, so it didn’t matter anyway. There’d already been a couple of close calls during unexpected visits from Gracie. Those instances were an excellent example of how we’d ended up pregnant. Although, deep down, I was positive it had happened our first night together.

“German company?”

Gracie’s question brought me back to the present and reminded me that I had no idea what the hell Jonah had been talking about. I navigated to my email and immediately spotted the message he was most likely referring to. A quick read had my jaw on the ground. “They want to buy the software I developed last year. For...holy fuck.”

Gracie’s brow puckered as she skimmed the email. Then her mouth opened in a wide O. “Holy shit,” she gasped. “Is that...ten zeroes?”

“Are we ready to get married?”

Gracie and I both jumped at the sound of the judge’s voice as he strolled back into the room.

I grinned at my woman arrogantly. “Ready to marry your Sugar Daddy, baby?”

Gracie smacked my arm and rolled her eyes. “Ew.”

“Does this mean you’re not just marrying me for my money?”

She laughed and put her arms around my neck. “You already know I’m marrying you for your cock and because you're an orgasm machine.”

With all my blood in my pants, I cleared my throat and announced, “Let’s get this over with. We’re late for forever.”

Epilogue Grace

I was feeling kind of grouchy as I walked up the steps to Charlie’s house after my mom practically shoved me out the door of my own home. The twins—because of course Hudson knocked me up with two babies the night he finally took my virginity—were going through a hungry phase, and I hadn’t had much sleep the past few nights. All I’d wanted to do was put on my jammies to get comfortable, but she’d insisted that I get dressed up and head over here to take my cousin out to cheer her up. Withstanding my mom’s guilt trips was nearly impossible, so I’d put on a dress and heels, slathered some makeup on my face, pulled my hair back in a low ponytail, fired off a quick text to my husband so he’d know where I was at when he got home from a late night at the office, and headed over to her place.

A sticky note on her door let me know it was open and directed me to the backyard. I strode through her house and pasted a smile on my face as I neared the French doors that led outside. I didn’t have to fake my smile for long, though. Not when I walked into a fairyland of twinkle lights and candles, with Hudson down on one knee in the center of all that beauty. “What in the world is going on?”

He flashed me a cocky grin that made my heart flutter as he reached into the pocket of his suit pants to pull out a small, navy blue jewelry box. “I wanted to surprise you, baby.”

“You definitely accomplished that.” I hurried closer, curious as to why he’d gone to such trouble to give me a present when today wasn’t a special occasion. “How come?”

He flicked the box open with his thumb and plucked a diamond contour band that was a perfect match for my engagement and wedding rings. “Because my girl deserves the memory of an all-out romantic proposal.”

“Oh my gosh.” I pressed trembling fingers against my lips as tears welled in my eyes.

He reached for my other hand and placed the ring on the tip of my finger. “Gracie, my one love. Will you do me the honor of marrying me again?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

He slid the ring into place and wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me as he stood and twirling me around in a circle. Then he slowly lowered me, kissing his way up my shoulder and neck as my body slid against his. When I was back on my feet, he claimed my lips in a deep kiss that left me breathless.

“You seem awfully happy that I said yes.” I peered up at him, tilting my head to the side. “I’m not sure how you didn’t realize I was a sure thing since I’m already your wife and the mother of your children.”

He grinned down at me, humor shining from his gray eyes. “It’s probably because I had a brief flashback in