Chapter 27

Whiskee

The Next Morning

Since last night,I hadn't been able to stop smiling. Knowing that Beethoven wanted to marry me for real had me on a cloud. We agreed to date for a year while married, and if we still wanted to be together, our vow renewal would be the start of our real marriage. It was backward as hell, but it worked for us. If we did it this way, not only would Carlos be safe and Robert Carter's organization would still have its supplier, but I'd have my man and we'd be able to live our lives happily and legally in Rose Valley Hills.

The only downside to moving was leaving my brother and best friend. Just the thought was able to wipe my smile away. I would be okay without Carlos because he'd been working like crazy, but my sisterhood with Mahogany was on a deeper level. She was truly my soulmate, and regardless of how good things were going with Beethoven, I didn't want to lose my girl.

I made my way into her room and crawled into bed with her. It was a rare occasion where she didn't have to go live or post any videos, and she planned to spend the day catching up on movies and shows. Outside of going to look at a few buildings with Cooper, I didn't have anything else planned, so I told her I'd watch a few things with her this evening.

"I'm sad," I muttered, causing her to look over at me with a smile.

"Why?"

"Beethoven wants to be with me for real for real. He wants me to move to Rose Valley Hills with him."

Her smile widened as she sat up in bed and I did the same. "That's amazing, Whiskee! Why on earth would you be sad about that?"

"I don't want to leave you. You've been by my side forever. We see each other literally every day. How am I going to adjust to not having you?"

"Is that all you're worried about?" She laughed. "I'll just move there."

For a while we just stared at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Don't play with me, Mahogany."

"I'm not! I can do social media literally anywhere. You're my sister and I love you. I don't want to be without you either. It's nothing for me to move. My husband might be there waiting for me, 'cause he for damn sure ain't here."

I hugged her neck tightly, fighting back my tears. "You just made me so, so happy! Oh my God, I love you so much."

I didn't think anything could make the progression of me and Beethoven's relationship better… but having my sister with me in Rose Valley Hills just took the fucking cake.

The weekend had been amazing.Friday, Beethoven and I went to a car show, which was super fun. Yesterday, he took me to my first symphony, and it was so beautiful and emotionally moving I cried. Tonight, I wanted to put together a date for him. He'd been really good to me, and I wanted to do something to show him how much I appreciated him.

During one of our get-to-know-you conversations, he shared that no woman had ever took him on a date and that he'd never ridden in a limo before. He was always the one doing romantic gestures and being sentimental, which was often the case with men. So tonight, I hired a driver and reserved a limo for four hours. We went to the spa for massages and facials, grabbed some drinks and went dancing, then had a romantic dinner and boat ride on the Mississippi River.

After we settled into the limo and prepared to go back to his home, Beethoven said, "No one has ever done anything like this for me. The evening was perfect, bae. Thank you."

"It was my honor and pleasure. I want to treat you just as well as you treat me."

Our lips connected for one of the kisses that I'd absolutely become addicted to. His lips lowered to my neck—his hand lowered between my thighs. As I spread them, I was grateful for the privacy of the partition being raised. We were about to add another first to both of our lists—making love in a limo.