love and my cock stirring against my fiancée's gorgeous body. I couldn't help myself.
I pulled away and smiled at her.
"Do you need to go back and get anything from your desk?" I asked.
She waved a dismissive hand. "Fuck no. I didn't keep any of my own stuff there. That would be too depressing to think of that place as a permanent gig."
At that moment her phone started buzzing again. She looked down and smiled.
"Texts from the asshole?" I asked.
"No, texts from people I work with. They're all telling me about how crazy he's going. They just had security escort him off the floor because he stormed out of his office and started screaming at everyone. They want to know what the real story is!"
So we walked off to my brand-new sports car while she texted some of her friends from work and kept them updated on the new scenario in our lives that allowed us to piss her boss off to the point that security had to escort him off the premises.
5: Mile High
We spent a little more time than I'd anticipated looking for the perfect bathing suit for Lindsay, and so the rest of the day was a little rushed. We had to run down to the courthouse and get everything squared away there. Then we had to make sure we had luggage and enough clothes to last for at least a week on vacation. That necessitated another trip to the store, though for a miracle Lindsay didn't take her usual several hours to shop.
The fact that we had a looming deadline at the airport probably helped with that just a little.
There were a thousand tiny details we had to take care of before we went away, and I was surprised at how many of them I hadn't thought of. I was starting to wish that I'd gone ahead and scheduled the flight and the ceremony for a day out so we'd have more breathing room, but soon enough we were sitting on the plane and I was leaning back running everything that had happened that day through my head. Wondering what we could've possibly forgotten. And not really caring, because if we forgot anything I could just buy new once we got out to the island.
I couldn't believe it. We were actually flying out to Hawaii to get married! We were eloping in a major way. The rest of my family would be ticked off when they found out, minus our parents who I was quietly flying out as a little surprise for the future misses, but whatever. I wanted to do something impulsive now that I'd firmly taking control of my life.
Speaking of. I opened my phone and flipped to my App Store balance. My eyes went wide when I saw the number there. I smiled. I did some quick math off the top of my head.
I told Lindsay that I'd probably be getting another deposit just the same as I'd gotten this month, but it definitely appeared that my stupid little game was enjoying a little bit of a snowball effect. I flipped over to the App Store proper and saw that it was actually in the number three spot overall for all games in the whole store. I wondered what the hell I'd done to catch so many people's interest.
Whatever it was, I'd take it. I flipped over to my email, something I hadn't checked all day long considering all the stuff I had to do, and blinked. My inbox was stuffed. It was full of people contacting me with requests for interviews about the game. I was going to have to work through some of that backlog on the flight. Luckily they had Wi-Fi on the plane so I could get some work done. But first I wanted to get settled in with Lindsay.
I glanced over to her and she was staring at my phone, her eyes wide.
"Is that number what I think it is?"
I grinned. "It's exactly what you think it is baby!"
She looked like she was about ready to faint and I held a hand out to steady her. "Babe? You okay?"
"I guess I just didn't really fully believe it until I saw that number," she said. "Holy shit. You're rich!"
I leaned in and kissed her. "You're not quite right."
"What do you mean?"
I ran a finger around her engagement ring. "Minor correction. We're rich."
Lindsay grinned.