HARPER
"Marry?!" I choked out, with eyes wide as a saucer.
I don't think I heard that right. Absolutely no way in hell would Dominic Fletcher suggest I marry him!
I waited, half expecting him to burst into a peal of laughter, telling me he was trying to tease me just to see how I'd react, and of course I'd breathe out a sigh of relief, but Dominic's expression turned serious.
"For the record, I'm not joking." He let out.
I shook my head in confusion, consciously aware of his hand still holding my waist in place.
"I don't understand. Why would you want me to marry you?" I whispered, searching his face.
Dominic swirled me across the room until we got to the bed, and he lowered me on it gently like I was some delicate vase he couldn't let shatter. I crossed my legs, my eyes flicked up, meeting his.
"Did you do this just because of those reporters? Or the fact I lost my job and my father disowned me?" I questioned.
