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“Baby, you’re my everything,” Dillon whispered, holding me close. “And I’ll be here for you, always.”
Dillon would always be the love and my life and I’ll be damned if I ever let him go.
My friends understood my absence, and I managed to reconcile with Ronan. We had a heartfelt conversation, and it warmed my heart to know how much effort he had put into making my mother happy. I found notes from her, expressing her adoration for him and seeing him as a son. Reading those words brought tears to my eyes, and I felt incredibly fortunate to have Roman Romano as my best friend.
Returning to the present day, Dillon and I stood in the middle of the cemetery, paying a visit to his grandparents’ graves. I leaned back against his chest, his arms wrapped around me.
“Do you think I’ll be okay?” I asked, looking up at him.
“I know you’ll be okay, but I also know you’ll miss her. She’ll always hold a special place in your heart. Some days will be harder than others, while some will be easier. But whatever the day, I’m here for you. I love you, precious.”
His words were reassuring, and I knew he meant every one. I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and warmth, especially because he was with me. It was reassuring to have that one person who made me their priority.
“I love you more.” I turned to face him, and we shared a tender kiss. There was nothing I loved more than gazing into his bright hazel eyes and kissing his soft lips. He was my dream come true, and I didn’t want to wake up.
“You’re a strong girl, and just know your mother is incredibly proud of you. You’ve overcome so much, whether on your own or with help.”
And you know what? He was right. I had conquered my fears.
Matthew and my dad were no longer in the picture, thanks to Dillon.
My anxiety and depression were improving, thanks to therapy.
I was in good health, thanks to God, and I had fallen in love with a man who couldn’t get enough of me.
I won, even though I had lost the best parental figure in the world. Everything I did from this point forward was for her. I loved her deeply, and I would miss her terribly, but I was sure she would be watching over me, and that thought brought me comfort.
“Want to go home?” I asked.
“I am home. Home is wherever you are.” For a man who claimed to lack experience in the romance department, he was the biggest romantic.
“You’re such a softie,” I giggled and wiped away a few tears.
“Just for you, but if you tell anyone, I might have to kill them,” he playfully replied, kissing the side of my face. I loved this man deeply, and when I was with him, I felt like I could conquer anything.
“Let’s go,” I said, pulling his arm. I cherished the moment, but it was getting dark, and we were standing in the middle of a cemetery. I wasn’t a believer in ghosts, but I had been through so much already that I couldn’t risk any more bad luck. “Let’s head home. I just want to sleep and get through tomorrow so we can move forward.”
“Are you hungry?”
I scrunched my face and rolled my eyes at him. “No, I’m full. What I do want is to cuddle with you, get some kisses, and fall asleep. So, can we do that, please?”
“Let’s go then. But I have two calls to make and a plan to submit before I can join you in bed.” Dating a billionaire was no walk in the park. They always, and I mean always, had things to do.
“I understand,” I sighed. “I’ve had your undivided attention for a while, and while I appreciate it, I know you have responsibilities. This is what I signed up for, right?”
“I promise we’ll read together on Sunday. I’ve cleared my schedule, and I cleared it for tomorrow and the rest of the week, just so I can be there for you,” he reassured me.
Chuckling, I asked, “How far would you go to keep me happy?” I already knew the answer, but I loved hearing him say it.
“How far wouldn’t I go?” he replied.
That was all I needed to hear to feel safe and happy. Once he and I had each other, we could face anything. I couldn’t believe how far I had come. Just six months ago, I was a girl who didn’t care about love, and now, I was deeply in love with a man I never thought would look at me, a man who had stirred up a complex mix of emotions in me. A man that was mine.
CHAPTER 45
Azzaria
Dillon and I left from the penthouse at 10:30 on Thursday, September 15th. Despite it being an unusual choice for his typical work attire, he wore blue jeans and a sweater as we headed to my mother’s funeral.
