How To Catch A Billionaire(42)
Author: Helen Cooper

“You do?” I frowned. “But you left me when I told you I loved you.”

He sighed and kissed my head. “Forgive me for that, my love.” He held my hands and stared into my eyes. “That night when we came back from my parents’, I didn’t want to leave you. I didn’t want to go back to my empty house. And then we made love and you smiled at me so sweetly and tenderly and you told me you loved me and I panicked.”

“Why?” I whispered, barely believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“Because I didn’t believe that a person as kind, and funny and beautiful as you could fall for me. I didn’t believe that I could be so lucky as to have found a forever love.”

“A forever love?” I smiled at him shyly.

“Yes, a forever love.” He gazed into my eyes. “A love like ours transcends time, it transcends life itself. A love like ours can be felt in the heavens. It makes the angels laugh and the devils cry. It makes the thunders roar and the rain weep. It makes the sun’s rays warm and the snowflakes melt. A love like ours is something that people search a lifetime for but never ever get. A love like ours is worth giving your life for.”

“Don’t give your life away.” I smiled at him breathless.

“Tell me Sarah. I need to hear the words,” he pleaded with me, grasping my hands to his heart.

“I love you, Harry Bradley Green.” I laughed with happiness. “I love you more than the stars in the sky, more than the fish in the ocean, more than the billions you have in the bank.”

“I know.” He grinned down at me and kissed me softly. “I know.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in love?”

“Angelica made me realize…” He started and I sighed.

“Angelica again? Can I never stop hearing about this woman?”

“Don’t you understand, Sarah? When she called me to ask for my advice as an old friend, I realized that what I felt for her when we were younger paled in comparison to what I feel for you. You are part of my soul, Sarah. You are part of me.”

I stared at him in amazement, wondering if I was dreaming.

“Everything I have is yours. I don’t want to be me without you.” He pulled me up and twirled me around. “I want to dance to no music, I want to sing along to crappy top 40 songs, talk to ghosts in restaurants, be a Prince from France and a Sultan from Bahrain.”

“You do?” I laughed up at him.

“No, not really.” He laughed as he picked me up. “All I really want is for you to tell me you will marry me and love me forever.”

“Oh Harry, I love you. I love you. Of course, I’ll marry you,” I cried out in happiness. He put me down and pulled me towards him and held me tight.

“I’m never going to let you go, Sarah Smith, never.” He stared at me with such intensity that I felt like my insides were going to burst with happiness.

“Not even when I go to the toilet?” I inquired smirking at him.

“Only you would say something like that, in a moment like this.” He laughed. “And that’s why I love you so much.”