The CEO's Proposition (Sebastian Brothers)

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now, leaving me with a void in my heart and an ache in my body that I

vemaking didn’t feel as good as it used to. It was hurried and

her since we were eighteen, so we decided it was time to sett

ld. I understood we were busy, but we had been married for five years. Finally, w

s sex, letting the blanket fall to the floo

not feeling m

ged and proceede

puter, and searched for similar que

hout love still

hat wasn’t the right

uples sta

. I erase

staying married if t

is my

ther? Nope. These weren

band chea

o stop worrying about the things that could end our marriage. May

d rewatching wedding videos. Then we’d keep our dead romance alive in bed all night long. I had some enticing

ngeles helped me clear my head. Ma

minal trying to book an Uber when I b

Sorr

lacks. I waited for the man to step aside, but he didn’t. Instead, he sank into a gracious crouch to reach

, but his impossibly handsome face and tall, powerfully built body in a

taking. Heart-stopp

y?” he asked

he shock; hearing his sophistic

t mean I couldn’t appreciate incredible male beauty.

firmly etched mouth characterize him. There was a hint of softnes

ure, tha

yes. Get a gr

rowed at me.

s already out of sight. I could still feel his

the thou

be late. Only then did I ru

the face unlock failed. A st

is? It’s

e me gasp. Oh, no.

ssible. I looked around and grabbed a man’s shoulder, but it wasn

. Edward hates it when I’m late, so I ran

*

, Edward would have complained, but

nk

y for bei

s fine. You just got off a six-hour flight. Oh, this is meant f

uldn’t recall the last time he gave me flowers. He

orite. How’s y

enjoyable. On Monday, I ha

nt chairman of New Star Media, a Midtown-based record label. Edward’s only pare

an excellent job

es, an Italian full-course dinner wa

ara will be happy because she has always wanted Lily. So...” I rais

is glass. “Thank you

sip of c

od time with Lily and her staff. We took a tour of Hollywood, went to the spa, da

t tonight. I wasn’t sure if he was even pay

give him my a

r you.” I reached for my pu

ai

es

his gaz

’s t

ent back into my p

date, but you didn’t answe

scowled. “Wait. Did

uch this mean

d a little tired. Sure,

e let me finish,”

’re making me ne

ing. It was a small blue velvet box. He push

der. I knew it! Edward s

he box and sat it on top o

en

k ribbon and lifted the lid. He pr

wedding ring. I didn’t realize

was going on between us, b

rned it to him. “Why ar

uestion. Of course,

divorce. I’m

ith the pressure rising in my

n our wedding anniversar

along the way. You felt it too. Look at us. Look at yourself

ed better than black slacks and a white dress shirt

ars streamed down my cheeks. I immediately

You only looked at the v

Ed, we’ve fought and reconciled numerous times. I fought hard. How

’m talking to

out speaking to me. You’ve already made your choice.” I hu

didn’t have to be difficult, okay? You’ll get the d

ucking idiot? Did he really think that was all I cared abou

my feet and grabbed my sui

m and stormed out of the restaurant. My