Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,184
girl as my daughter, and my gift to you is that damn company.” He laughed. “Still want everything that’s mine?”
“I want the good times, the hard times, and the until death do we part times. I want you, and that’s all that matters.”
“God, I love you more than words, gorgeous,” he said. “I’m inclined to fulfill a wedding night wish out here and right now.”
“Anybody around?”
“If they were,” he smirked as we lay back on the grass, “I think we’d scare them off.”
“Then hurry up and kiss me.” I laughed, and that’s when Jim and I took advantage of the gang taking off so we could celebrate this event alone.
I would never allow myself to forget this moment—this day, that would change our lives forever. The way Jim’s face was lit up with happiness the entire time. Dreams couldn’t get better than what I had with this man. My life was fulfilled before this unexpected proposal to my daughter and me. Who would have imagined that, after everything I’d been through in my crazy life, I’d be so utterly blessed to have this man as my husband, and more importantly, the new, real father to my daughter?
My life was abundantly full. Did I deserve it? Before I got help, I would have said no, but now that I was healthy in my heart and mind, my answer was yes. I deserved this happiness, my daughter deserved this family, and we were just getting started.
Dr. Brooks: First Chapter
Billionaires’ Club Book Three
Dr. Brooks
Collin
Medical conferences usually intrigued me, but this one kicked my ass. Thank God it was finally over. This thing was as dull as they got. The only presentations that seemed to shed new light on the medical science industry were the lectures Jake and I had delivered. Everyone else’s talks and presentations made it feel like we were back in freaking high school when the substitute teachers determined we’d watch videos from the 1970s in science class.
I guess the most irritating part of this conference was the fact that my best friend, Jake, Chief Cardiovascular Surgeon, and I were the only presenters who seemed to have done our goddamn jobs to share our research. Contrary to what I’d been bored to fucking tears by since this started three days ago, mine and Jake’s presentations were current, not some rewind of known case studies from forty years ago.
Thank God I was born with the gift of unwavering patience, or I’d have left this final lecture of the day. I was at my limit, and I needed a drink. Tonight, Jake and I would attend the after-party event, something we’d passed on the previous nights. Maybe one reason no one was complaining about the boring lectures was that they’d all probably been nursing hangovers since they got here—one of many reasons not to hold business functions in Las Vegas.
Vegas came to life at night. I knew that, and I’d lived that on numerous weekend trips before. This trip, however, I stayed off of the strip and stayed safely at my hotel’s pool. Granted, it was the biggest party pool oasis I’d ever seen before in my fucking life, but it was still less trouble than I was used to. The pool was lit up to create the ambiance of the nightlife, transporting and treating guests to an enchanting evening in a tropical paradise. Acres of water, palms, and any other treat you’d expect to find while vacationing in your own tropical world were present. What wasn’t present was the gin I needed in my hand right about now. That’s when I spotted Jake, sitting at a spot that was designed to impress our sizeable medical group and further this experience by bringing us into an enchanting Tahitian resort.
I stepped up to where Jake was already seated on a barstool. “Hey, sexy, looking for a date tonight?” I gripped my best friend’s shoulder as I slid onto a stool next to him. “I’ll have a Bombay Sapphire, on the rocks.” I motioned to the bartender who’d moved my direction.
“I don’t date pretentious assholes who drink gin,” Jake said with a laugh while drinking his scotch. “Jesus, man.” He rubbed his forehead and looked over at me. “Am I ever glad this shit storm finally blew the fuck out of here.”
I took a large gulp of my favorite liquor and let the drink bring my mind back to life again. “Yeah, Obstetrics 101 was my favorite course.”