Her Russian Billionaires #1 VIKTOR

By: Susan Westwood



“Yes?”

“Why’d you do it? It was dangerous,” Alia said.

“Because the cops weren’t doing anything. You needed to have your life back. I wanted you to have a life. How else could we have a future?”

“A future?”

Did she have no idea how much he loved her? “Yes I want a future with you Alia.”

“What kind of future?”

Was she being coy? She had his heart. He couldn’t let her go. “Doesn’t matter. As long as you are in it. Whatever you want is fine with me. No matter the cost.”

“Wow, Viktor.”

Wow? Did she not understand?

“You want me to get your mother?”

“Not yet. Are my clothes anywhere near?”

“They are in the closet. Why?”

“Go get my jacket.”

She slid off the bed, eyeing him as if he had two heads. She returned with his suit.

“You might have to the help me.”

He indicated his shoulder that had taken a bullet.

“What do you need in your suit?”

“Just hold it up for me. I know what pocket I need.”

“It can’t wait? Like until you heal? Or get out of the hospital?”

“No, it can’t. I was going to do this when I saw you next. I didn’t plan on getting shot. I also planned on doing this in a more romantic setting.”

“Okay, I’m intrigued.”

This was not his best planning, but he had to say it to her. He couldn’t wait. He wouldn’t be able to heal until he knew how she felt. And knew that she was his.

Nothing else mattered.

“You’re awake,” a nurse said from the doorway.

He couldn’t do it now. He wanted to be alone with Alia.

The nurse strode in while he fumbled in his pocket. He snagged the box, then hid it under the covers. “You can hang that up now.”

“Okay,” Alia said.

“Let me take your vitals,” the nurse said.

She put a blood pressure cuff on him then pumped it up.

“Let me go get Svetlana,” Alia said.

“No. Wait.”

“I’m sure she wants to see you.”

“No, I’m not ready,” Viktor said.

The nurse took off the cuff. “Good pressure.”

She held his wrist while looking at her watch. “Good pulse, too. The doctor will be in to see you in half an hour. You in pain?”

“Yes, but I don’t want any medication yet.”

He wanted to be clearheaded when he did this. Alia had to know that he was serious.

“Okay, then. Call me when you want it.”

She left.

“Come sit here,” Viktor said.

Alia came back and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’ve thought of many ways of doing this. None seemed right. Even here and now isn’t romantic, but I must do this now.”

“Will you just do it?”

“You have no idea?”

“No.”

He laughed. “Good.” He pulled out the box then handed it to Alia.

Her eyes widened.

“Open it, Alia.”

She did and gasped.

“Alia Jefferson, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Viktor. I will.”

She hugged his neck.

“Put it on. I want to see it on you,” he said.

He’d had the ring for a week and the opportunity had never arisen to ask her. Now he had and she’d agreed.

“Oh, Viktor, it’s beautiful.”

“You promise to marry me?”

She kissed him. “Of course.”

“Don’t say it just because I’m injured.”

“I’m not, Viktor. I want to marry you.”

He held her hand. “Think about where you want to live. Anywhere in the world. We’ll buy a house there. You can furnish it and make it yours.”

“Ours. I’ll make it ours.”

His heart nearly beat out of his chest. Alia was going to be his wife.

“Now you can go get my mother.”

She kissed him. “No, I want to enjoy this moment alone for a few more minutes.”

She snuggled up against him and Viktor wished they were home. Then he could make love to her.

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