Page 62 of Endlessly Raphael
The estate trustee smiles, shaking his hand. “Congratulations, sir. I’ll have a courier deliver the paperwork to the board of directors today.”
“Then all hell breaks loose,” Haven says, glancing at me.
The trustee nods. “Yes, well, it is what your grandfather wanted. One last bit of business before you go.” He opens a manila folder. “The requested prenuptial agreement.”
“Oh, I don’t think we need that anymore,” Haven says. “Raphael is wealthy in his own right.”
Mr. Hassan looks rightfully dubious as his eyes flit to me. “Sir, if I may—”
“I have no problem signing it, darling.” I kiss Haven’s temple. “Anything to keep your family at bay. Mr. Hassan?”
The trustee seems pleased, sliding the folder toward me. “The details include—”
I wave my hand to stop him. “I assume it states that all assets currently belonging to Haven remain regardless of our relationship outcome.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fine.” I scrawl my signature on the paper. “As Haven said, it’s not his money I want. Just his heart.”
Haven beams as his cheeks bloom pink. Happiness looks beautiful on him. I lean in, ready to taste his lips again, but Mr. Hassan clears his throat.
“Right. We’re not alone.”
Haven giggles, wrapping his hand around mine. “Come on, lover boy. Let’s get some food. I’m starving.”
“Lead the way.”
An hour later, after watching Haven scarf down a cheeseburger and fries, we stroll hand in hand through one of the better parts of downtown New Onyx.
“What do you do for fun besides me?” Haven asks, swinging our hands.
I chuckle. “I used to draw a lot. Sketches.”
“Really? That’s so cool. I guess with a name like Raphael, it’s kind of in your DNA.”
I nod. “I suppose so. I haven’t created anything of note in a while. I miss it. It was my outlet.”
“Well, you could sketch me.” He twists around so he’s walking backward facing me. “Paint me like one of your French girls, Rapha.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
He stops walking, propping his hands on his hips. “Come on. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the cheesy epic, Titanic?”
“I’m afraid I haven’t.”
He mock gasps, clutching the gold necklace around his neck. “Well, we’ll fix that tonight. Seriously though, you could draw me. Maybe I’ll inspire you.”
Wrapping my arm around his waist, I pull him into me, pressing a kiss to his lips once he’s close enough. “I believe you’re onto something.”
His eyes heat as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Take me home and I’ll get onto that dick.”
I laugh out loud. “I adore your energy, Haven. You are a delight.”
“And you’re breathtaking when you laugh.” With his hand on my cheek, he smiles. “I’m really happy.”
“So am I.”
TWENTY-TWO