THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 70: Will you be my woman?

Chapter 70: Will you be my woman?

"The truth is, Angel," Tryson said, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"I’ve spent so much time thinking about my life, about the reckless choices I’ve made—some of them so wild, so thoughtless, that they could have destroyed everything between us. But now, I see things clearly. I know what I want, what I need—what I refuse to let slip away."

He took a deep breath, his fingers twitching at his sides as if restraining himself from reaching out.

"And that, Angel, is you. I want you. I want to wake up knowing you’re the first thing on my mind and the last thing in my heart before I sleep. I want to close my eyes and find you there, always. I want you closer than breath itself."

At that moment, Angel felt her world tilt, her heart pounding so fiercely it was deafening. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she pressed trembling hands over her mouth, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her.

Tears welled in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them. Overwhelmed, shaken, and utterly breathless, she realized—this moment, this confession—it was everything.

Angel could hardly believe what was happening.

She had always known that no matter the proposal, her answer would be yes—but hearing Tryson speak those words with such tenderness, such raw sincerity, made her heart ache in ways she never expected.

Why did he have to say it so sweetly? Why did his voice have to carry that warmth, that unwavering devotion?

Tears welled in her eyes, swelling like an unrelenting tide, threatening to spill at any moment.

She was utterly lost in the reality unfolding before her—Tryson, the man she had loved, was truly asking for forever.

"Yes, Tryson," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

And then, with a deep breath, she lifted her hand, her fingers shaking ever so slightly as she offered them to him.

In that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

With a radiant smile lighting up his face, joy overflowing in his eyes, Tryson carefully took the sparkling diamond ring between his fingers.

His hands were steady, yet his heart pounded with anticipation. Then, with a tenderness that made Angel’s breath hitch, he slowly slipped the ring onto her finger, sealing a promise that felt as eternal as the stars.

Angel was overwhelmed with happiness, her heart nearly bursting with excitement.

She could hardly contain the rush of emotions flooding her chest. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, she watched as Tryson rose to his feet, his gaze burning with something deeper, something unspoken.

He cupped her cheek, his touch warm and electrifying, and in the next heartbeat, he closed the space between them.

His lips met hers, soft and deliberate, a kiss filled with all the love he couldn’t put into words. Angel melted into the moment, her eyes fluttering shut as she let herself sink into the intoxicating warmth of his embrace.

Her hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer, holding onto him as if she never wanted to let go.

The kiss was gentle at first—sweet, lingering—but soon, Tryson deepened it, his passion growing with each passing second.

Yet, even in his hunger for her, he wasn’t reckless. He pulled back slightly, just enough for them to catch their breath, their foreheads resting against each other’s as they inhaled in sync.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, breathless, lost in each other, in the magic of what had just begun.

Tryson and Angel were completely lost in the moment, their laughter soft and sweet as it spilled between them.

With their foreheads gently resting against each other, they basked in the quiet peace that wrapped around them like a warm embrace.

The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing in the distance only made the night feel more magical, more surreal.

Then, breaking the silence, Tryson’s voice carried through the air, laced with a playful mischief. "I have more for you to see, Angel."

His words sent a curious thrill through her, making her heart skip a beat.

What could he possibly mean? But as she looked into his eyes, filled with love and excitement, she found herself smiling.

Whatever it was, she wanted to experience it with him. So, without hesitation, she nodded, surrendering to the moment.

Still holding her hand, Tryson gently pulled her forward, guiding her to wherever he had planned next.

Angel followed, unable to stop herself from stealing glances at the ring now resting perfectly on her finger—the very place she had always dreamed it would be.

And as they walked together, hand in hand, the night felt like a beautiful dream she never wanted to wake up from.

This time, it was real—undeniably, irrevocably real. The emotions, the love, the confession—it was no longer bound by uncertainty or circumstance. There were no contracts, no pretenses. Just them.

Angel could finally call herself his fiancée, not out of obligation, but because she was his—truly, completely his.

No interference, no doubts, no second-guessing. Just love.

Tryson led her through the elegant corridors of the yacht, the gentle sway of the waves beneath them adding an intoxicating rhythm to the moment.

As they descended to a more private space, he guided her toward a reserved room. The air was thick with anticipation as he pushed the door open, stepping aside to let her enter first.

Angel took a slow step inside, her eyes drifting over the luxurious setting. The ambient glow of warm lights, the softness of the room—it all felt like a dream.

And then, as she turned back, she caught sight of Tryson by the door, his gaze locked on her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

She watched as he reached for the lock, the quiet click echoing through the space. A flicker of curiosity crossed her face, her lips parting as if to question him.

But before she could speak, Tryson moved. With slow, deliberate strides, he crossed the room, his presence overpowering, his intent unmistakable.

He reached for her, his fingers tracing along her cheek, tilting her face up to his. The warmth of his touch sent a rush of heat through her, and before she could fully process it, his lips captured hers in a kiss—deep, deliberate, consuming.

A soft, shy smile curled on Angel’s lips as she melted into him, her heart pounding in rhythm with his touch. But then, just as she settled into the sweetness of the moment, a gasp escaped her lips.

Tryson’s hands, firm yet gentle, traced a slow path down her body, his fingertips grazing over her thighs with a teasing, deliberate caress.

A sharp, unexpected moan spilled from Angel’s lips, her breath hitching as pleasure coursed through her veins.

Tryson smiled against her lips, his touch igniting something deeper, something undeniable between them.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Tryson slowly pulled away from her mouth, his gaze dark with unspoken desire.

But he wasn’t done—not yet. Lowering his head, he trailed soft, lingering kisses down to the delicate curve of her neckline.

Angel’s breath hitched, her body tingling with the overwhelming sensation of his touch. She felt utterly consumed by the moment, lost in the intoxicating pull of his warmth.

Her eyes fluttered shut, savoring the electric thrill coursing through her veins.

As Tryson’s lips pressed against her skin, each kiss more deliberate than the last, a shuddering sigh escaped her.

She bit down on her lower lip, trying to steady herself, but the pleasure swelling within her was impossible to contain. A soft, breathy moan slipped from her lips, betraying the fire burning inside her.

And then, in a voice laced with both hesitation and longing, she whispered between her gasps, "Tryson... should we be doing this?"

Her words hung in the air, delicate yet weighted, as her heart pounded in anticipation of his answer.