BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Five by Jenn Marlow Read Free Book Online Page B

the food into categories so that we could put them up.
    “He’s lazy,” Fredrick grumbled. “Like always.”
    “I heard that!” Derek called, turning the corner. “Okay, I’m glad you’re here.” He looked at me and walked closer just before grabbing my hand. “Will you go on a date with me?” he asked, batting his eyelashes.
    “I think we’re well beyond that, honey.” I laughed, patting his thigh.
    “I should still ask,” he said cutely. “I should never assume.”
    I chuckled and flashed him a sideways smile. “You’re adorable.”
    “Seriously, will you go on a date with me?”
    “Of course.” I didn’t realize that I really had to say anything at all. It should have been obvious.
    He was cute when he wanted to be…really cute.
    He said that he wanted to recreate our first date. Why? I wasn’t sure. However, as I stood on the dock, my memory flashed back to that night almost completely. From the outside, he had rehashed the details quite perfectly, and I would know, because I remembered it so vividly.
    The yacht was as large and gorgeous as I remembered it. The beautiful lattice design was so distinctive that I knew—right away—that it was Derek’s. And I believed, truthfully, that I would have never questioned who owned it.
    I had no doubt, after knowing and understanding Derek completely, that it was one of a kind.
    The lattice design was beyond beautiful, as it reflected perfectly in the glistening water below. The warm mosaic lights danced across the entire surface of the water. It was like a disco light for the marina.
    He hung streaming lights on the rooftop of the yacht once again, and I knew, without a shadow of doubt, that he was definitely awaiting me at the top.
    My eyes shifted to look at the surroundings closer to me, as I glanced over to the end of the dock and saw Alfred—just like before—waiting with his arms tucked behind his back and a beaming smile atop his face.
    I could do nothing but smile in response, genuinely excited to see him, and to have him be a part of this date that Derek had so adamantly wanted to re-create.
    He nodded to me, knowingly, just before he gestured for me to come closer, using only his chin.
    “Hey, Alfred!” I giggled, the reenactment adorable in every way.
    He smiled at me once again, just before removing his arm from behind his back and looping it for my arm to rest inside of his.
    “Shall we?” he asked sweetly, so sweetly that a tear threatened to break from my eyelids. And I could do nothing but nod in response.
    I had to admit, I felt like a princess all over again. He led me to the vessel that I had learned to love—although I had only been on it one time. And upon entering the boat, everything was exactly the way it was the first time. The mosaic windows allowed for small glimpses of extravagant furniture, large fish tanks, expensive-looking paintings galore, and a flat screen—all within the cabin of the beautiful beast of a boat.
    I still hadn’t gotten the chance to actually go in and explore it all.
    Hopefully soon, though, I thought with a smile.
    We walked around the edge of the boat to the staircase once again. I smiled, reminiscing. I had to wonder why he chose to re-create our first date, though, and still wondered as I reached the top step and glanced around, knowing exactly what to expect.
    There were once again, candles all over the table and a few on the floor. Large round lights were strewn about, and twinkling stream lights glistened out into the night. And there he was.
    Standing there, his hands balled up in front of him as he rocked on his heels then his tiptoes and back again. He had a smirk plastered on his face just before he spoke. “Welcome,” he said, extending his hand out towards me just before gesturing to the table just a few feet from us.
    It was the dinner. The exact dinner.
    How could he have even remembered all of that?
    Unless it was literally the only thing he knew how to cook?
    But I knew