Opposites Attract by Lacey Wolfe Page A

“You drive me insane.”
    “Hey.”
    He put his hand up to stop her from going any further. “For once, don’t argue. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. There will never be a dull moment. I want to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you each night. As much as we fight, I know the making up will always be ten times better. Francesca, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
    She covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t the big, grand proposal she always envisioned she’d get, but it was perfect. She jumped into his arms. “Yes.”
    “Can you be happy with me?” he asked.
    “I’ll be miserable if I don’t have you. I don’t want anything else in life but you.”
    “There’s something I need to tell you.”
    She cocked her head to the side and lifted an eyebrow. He took her hand and led her toward the couch. Sitting down, she stared at him, wondering what he had to tell her.
    “I hope you don’t get mad,” he said.
    “I don’t like where this is going.”
    “I’m rich.”
    Crossing her arms, she snapped, “Don’t start this talk again. Why is this always about money with you? I told you, I love you. I don’t care about money. Yet, you just can’t let it go.”
    He chuckled and then knelt down, kissing her on the cheek. “Francesca, honey, I have money and a lot of it. I’m not joking.”
    “What? Are you serious?”
    “Yes.”
    Tears formed in her eyes and she didn’t know what kind of sick joke he was playing. Asking her to marry him and then this money talk. She pushed her way past him and wished her car was there now. She would have walked out. But she was stuck. She walked instead to his bedroom and paced his room.
    He followed her. “Is it so hard for you to believe that someone like me has money?”
    “No. But all we have done is fight, and you’ve called me a gold digger. If you really have money, why did you hide it?”
    “I don’t tell people. And I guess I wanted to make sure you wanted me for me.”
    “Take me home.”
    “Why?”
    “I’m so mad right now, that’s why. I don’t know if I’m angry at you or me. I keep wondering if this is a joke or if you think I am the joke.”
    He grabbed her and pressed her against the wall. “If we’re going to get married, there is no running. We have to work this out. I know I hid this from you. And I know you’re mad about it. I said a lot of things I regret, and I think you did as well. But there was no way I could not tell you that I had money. We’re getting married, and we have to be honest with one another. I know you love me for me. And I love you for you. If it makes you feel better, I’ll write a big check and donate all my money to some charity.”
    “You’d do that?” she asked.
    He smiled. “Hell no. But if it makes you feel better, I’d say yes.”
    “Let’s get one thing straight right now. I’m not marrying you for your money. If you ever say I did, I will write that damn check and get rid of it. Got it?”
    He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her neck. “Got it.”
    “Now make love to me,” she demanded.
    Randy trailed his lips from her neck down to her breasts. She didn’t want this to be slow. Reaching down, she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it across the room. She then unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor.
    “I’m moving in soon and redecorating.” She cupped her breasts as his mouth latched on to a nipple.
    “I don’t care what the fuck you do. Just as long as you always wear this perfume and you’re in our bed every night.”
    He sucked in deeply and she moaned. Releasing one of her breasts, she worked her skirt down. Randy took a step back and looked at her standing there fully naked for him. “I’m way over dressed.”
    She watched as he got his clothes off as swiftly as he could. He then picked her up and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his waist. His cock was hard and pressing into her