The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal

By: Melody Anne

“I really am sorry

about hitting you with the Frisbee. Why don’t you give me your number so I can call and check on you later,” Trenton said to her with the most seductive smile she’d ever witnessed before. She had to really call on some will-power to deny him.

“I will be fine, I promise but I have to go now, so you guys have a great time,” she said, completely blowing him off. She then got up and walked to the other side of the playground and collected her niece and quickly headed out. She was angry with the heat she felt in her cheeks and the way he’d made her stomach quiver. She had no time for men and though a part of her wished she could’ve flirted back, she knew she’d done the right thing. Besides, she’d never see him again, anyway.

Trenton watched her walk away in a bit of shock. He’d never before been turned down by a female. He wasn’t sure he liked the feeling at all. He usually had women stuffing their numbers in any available pocket he had and the little spit-fire of a woman he found both breathtaking and irritating at the same time, completely ignored him and then walked away without so much as a backwards glance.

“Oh, you just got burned badly cousin, I guess Seattle women have better taste than those in Chicago,” his cousin said.

“She has me so intrigued I would have to chase her down but luckily she works for your company. I’ll be able to find her,” Trenton said, relishing her reaction, when he did come in contact with her again.

“She said she was promoted and no longer worked for me. Heck, we didn’t get her last name to even be able to find her,” Lucas said.

“Oh, I’ll find her alright. It’s been a long time since a woman has peaked my interest like that,” Trenton said. Lucas looked at his cousin with a huge grin. He knew that look well, as he and his brothers had all fought tooth and nail to hold onto their bachelorhood, only to end up chasing down their own females. His cousin was on the prowl and he almost felt sympathy for the mysterious Jennifer.


“Well Brother, you’ve certainly been busy the last several years,” George Anderson said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Joseph replied but not without a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

“We both know your meddling is what led to all those grandkids of yours,” George said a bit grumpily.

“Well, if you hadn’t been all hell bent on going off to see the world, then maybe you would have a bunch of your own grandkids,” Joseph said to his brother.

“I came to you for help. Those kids of mine are never going to settle down and you have obviously had great success. Please help me with my own stubborn brood?” George asked.

Joseph had grown tired of waiting on his sons to find brides and give him grandkids, so he’d took matters into his own hands and found good mates for the boys. They were still clueless to his sneaky ways. All three of his sons got married within a few years-time, and now he was a happy grandfather. He felt sorry for his brother, knowing he was feeling the same sense of emptiness he’d felt a few years ago.

“Nothing would give me more pleasure than to help you,” Joseph said, making George relax.

“I know with your help I’ll be bouncing my own grandkids on my knees in no time. Life has been hard for me since I lost my beautiful Amelia,” George said.

When George lost his wife of forty years, it sent him off to explore the world. He’d been unable to stay in the home he’d shared with her for most of his life. They’d married at sixteen years of age and he didn’t know how to live without her.

“Are you doing any better?” Joseph asked. He couldn’t imagine losing his Katherine. She was the light of his world. Without his wife and kids, life wouldn’t be worth living.

“I take it a day at a time. If I had some grandkids to distract me it would make it easier. Since their mother’s passing, the kids have become distant, with each other, and with me. I’m afraid if something doesn’t change soon, we’ll break apart,” George said with suspiciously glossy eyes.

Joseph got them each a drink, giving his brother time to compose himself. He poured them each a shot of bourbon before coming back to the chairs by the fire, where they were sitting.

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