Riley Anderson
I am smiling all the private airstrip, where Ricco has our jet ready and set for the journey ahead of us. I knew Ricco was rich, but not to the extent of owning a private jet and his airstrip.
"How are you feeling?" he asks as he pours me a glass of juice and wine for himself. At this time, I blame the pregnancy I am carrying because it is making me miss a lot of fun.
"Happy, or should I say extremely happy? I didn’t know you wanted to propose to me; I am still overwhelmed by the events, but apart from that, I think I am good."
"Okay, I am glad you liked it. Now you know that I am serious about you. We will hold a small wedding just between us and a few of our friends, or we can just sign the marriage certificate with two witnesses. "I don’t fancy big weddings; what do
