They boarded the jet, the luxurious cabin a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside her. As they soared above the clouds, she thought about all that had happened so quickly. Her life had changed so much, but she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Roman took her hand, his grip reassuring. "We're in this together," he said, his voice firm. "No matter how fast life moves, I'll always be by your side."

Alyzs looked into his eyes; the love she saw there made her heart swell. "And I'll always be by yours," she replied, her voice soft but firm.

The flight was a blur of excitement and anticipation. They talked about their future, their plans, their dreams. They held hands and watched movies, their heads leaning against each other as they drifted in and out of sleep.

As the jet touched down in New York, Alyzs felt a surge of energy. This was her city now, her playground. She was ready to take on the world with Roman by her side.

The car ride to their next event was a whirlwind of flashing lights and screaming fans. She could feel the excitement building inside her, the thrill of the chase. Roman held her hand tight, his eyes never leaving hers as they stepped out of the car.

The paparazzi swarmed around them like bees around a honeypot, their cameras flashing like a thousand stars. She could feel their hunger for their story, for their love. But she didn't care. All that mattered was the man by her side, the love that burned between them.

They attended the art vs. fashion festival, but it was too cramped. The night was a blur of handshakes, air kisses, compliments, and catty whispers. But Alyzs held her head high, her confidence unshakeable. She had come a long way from the girl who had once felt invisible, and she would not let anyone or anything bring her down.

As they danced together, their bodies moving in perfect sync, she felt like she was on top of the world. The music, the lights, the love were all so intoxicating.

"This is just the beginning," Roman murmured in her ear, his breath warm against her neck.

Alyzs leaned back, her eyes never leaving his. "I know," she said, her voice a promise. "And I can't wait to see where it takes us."

Hand in hand, they moved through the crowd, the world at their feet. They were the king and queen of their little kingdom, and nothing could ever change that.

After the party, they stepped into the elevator, and the world's weight seemed to lift from their shoulders. Roman asked Alyzs if she was up to hang out for a few days with him. "of course," she said with a shy grin; she knew the drill now; she threw on a comfortable but chic outfit and packed evening gowns lingerie, and business clothes into a weekend bag. It was like he had a sixth sense for when she needed a break, and she was grateful for it.

The next day, Alyzs found Roman outside her penthouse as she was heading over to his. He stood next to a sleek, black URUS. "Where are we going?" she asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

"The Hamptons," he said with a wink. "I thought we could use a little getaway."

Her eyes widened as they approached the very neat and maintained beachfront property. It was a far cry from the gleaming skyscrapers of their usual haunts, but the sight of the waves crashing against the shore filled her with a sense of peace she hadn't felt in a long time.

The house was a modernist dream, all clean lines and glass walls that blurred the boundaries between inside and out. The moment they stepped inside, Alyzs felt the tension of the city melt away. The scent of the ocean breeze mingled with the faint hint of Roman's cologne; she knew this would be a treat.

The bedroom was a sanctuary of white lines and soft lighting, with floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the ocean like a painting. She could see the beach from the bed, the waves whispering sweet nothings to the shore.

The living room opened to a sprawling deck with a hot tub looking over the water. "This is...amazing," she breathed, her hand resting on her chest. "Do you like it?" Roman asked her. "Baby, of course, it's perfect for a getaway."

He grinned, his eyes alight with mischief. "I have a surprise for you," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the bedroom. "I bought this place for us. It's all yours."

Alyzs stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "What?" she whispered. "You bought this for me?"

Roman nodded, his expression serious. "For us," he corrected. "A place where we can escape from all of this." He gestured around the room. "A place where we can just be us."

Her heart felt like it was going to burst with joy. "Thank you," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "This is the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me."

He handed her a set of keys, his fingers brushing against hers. "Consider it a down payment on forever," he said, his voice low and gruff. "It's ours to do with as we please."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. This wasn't just a house but a commitment, a declaration of love. Alyzs looked down at the keys, feeling the weight of the gesture. "I'm sure we will find plenty to do here," she said softly.

They spent the next few hours exploring the house, making love in every room. After dinner, Roman was quieter than usual as they walked hand in hand along the beach.

"Alyzs, I have something I need to tell you," Roman began, his voice thick with emotion.

Alyzs turned to face him, her heart racing. His eyes searched hers, and she saw a vulnerability she hadn't seen before. "What is it?

He took a deep breath. "Before you, I was lost. I had everything a man could want—money, success, women... but it was all so empty." He paused, looking out at the darkening sea. When you walked into my fashion house, you had a light none of the others had. You didn't see me for my wealth or status; you saw me for who I was, a man... trying to keep it all together."

Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. "I didn't know you felt that way."

"you changed me," he continued, taking both of her hands in his. "You made me want to be better, to treat people with kindness and respect. You made me realize that love isn't just about what you can get, but what you can give."

Alyzs felt a warmth spread through her body. "I just did what felt right," she murmured.

"No," Roman said, shaking his head. "You did so much more than that. You made me realize that I could be loved for who I am, not just for what I have. You've been my muse, my rock, and my salvation." "I have loved you for so long, Alyzs."

The waves crashed against the shore as they stood there, the saltwater breeze whispering around them. Alyzs leaned into him, feeling the strength of his arms as he wrapped them around her. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For letting me in."

Roman leaned down and kissed her gently. "Thank you for finding me," he murmured. "For showing me what love truly is."

With that, he knelt before Alyzs, his eyes never leaving hers. Alyzs's breath caught in her throat as she watched him, her heart racing in anticipation. The sand was cool under her feet, and the waves sounded like a heartbeat in the background. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small red velvet box.

The box was exquisite, but what lay inside took her breath away. A 10-karat emerald-cut diamond, flawless and sparkling under the moonlight, sat atop a diamond band, forming an elegant infinity pattern. The ring was so large that it was almost blinding in its beauty.

"Alyzs," Roman said, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you stay with me forever and let me cherish you, support you, and love you every single day?"

Alyzs looked at the ring and then back at Roman. His eyes were filled with hope and love, and she felt her heart swell with joy. "Yes," she managed to choke out, her voice shaking. Yes, I'll marry you."

He slid the ring onto her finger, and she gasped as it fit perfectly. The diamond was cool against her skin but warmed quickly as Roman took her hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed her ring finger, palm, and wrist up her arm.

They stood there, locked in an embrace, "Thank you, my love." "I won't ever let you down," Roman whispered into her hair. The waves crash against the shore in the background. Alyzs could feel Roman's chest heaving with emotion, and she knew he was crying. She buried her face into his shoulder, her tears mixing with the salty scent of his skin. The fabric of his shirt was slightly damp from their earlier lovemaking, but it was his warmth that she clung to now.

As they held each other tightly, the weight of his proposal settled over them. The ring on her finger felt like a symbol of the life they would build together, a more precious promise than any jewel. Alyzs felt her heart swell with love and gratitude for this man who had seen her when she felt invisible, picked her up when she was at her lowest, and now chose her to be his life partner.

They broke apart, their eyes searching each other's faces. Roman's eyes were wet, but he was smiling through his tears. "I never knew I could be this happy," he said, his voice still thick with emotion. Alyzs wiped a tear from his cheek, her thumb lingering there momentarily. "Neither did I," she whispered.

They turned and walked back to the house, hand in hand, the cool sand under their feet. The moon had risen higher in the sky, casting a soft glow over the beach. Alyzs felt like she was floating, as if the ground had become a cloud beneath her. Every step was filled with a newfound sense of purpose and belonging.

Once inside, Roman led her to the living room, where a bottle of champagne sat chilling in an ice bucket. He popped the cork and filled two flutes, handing one to her with a trembling hand. They toasted to their future, the bubbles tickling their noses and the drink's sweetness a celebration of their love.

With the ring still glinting on her finger, Alyzs felt the urge to share the news with someone. "Let's call Aliyah," she suggested, her eyes sparkling excitedly. Roman's face lit up at the mention of his daughter, and he eagerly handed her his phone.

Alyzs dialed the number, her heart racing as it rang. When Aliyah's face appeared on the screen, she couldn't help but smile. "Hey, baby girl," she said, her voice warmed. "Guess what?"

Aliyah's eyes grew wide with anticipation. "What?" she squealed.

"Your daddy just asked me to marry him!" Alyzs announced, her voice shaking with excitement.

The screen was filled with Aliyah's joyous screams as she jumped up and down, her face a blur of happiness. "Oh my Gah, Alyzs! Yes, yes, yes! You have to say yes!"

Roman chuckled, his eyes misty with happiness as he watched the two most influential women share this moment. When Alyzs held up her hand to show the ring, Aliyah's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed. "I'm so happy for you both!"

Roman took the phone from Alyzs, his eyes shining with love. "I'll be out to see you soon," he promised his daughter. "We'll celebrate properly when you're home for the summer."

"I can't wait!" Aliyah said, her voice bubbling with excitement. I want to help plan the wedding!"

They chatted for a while longer, their laughter filling the room. When they finally hung up, Alyzs felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that this was the right choice, that she and Roman were meant to be together.

Roman slipped into the shower, the water hitting the marble tiles a soothing melody. Alyzs watched him for a moment, the desire in her eyes unmistakable. He looked back at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Why don't you join me?" he offered, holding a hand.

Without a second thought, she took it, her body moving on instinct. The warm water cascaded over them as they stepped into the shower, wrapping them in a warm embrace. Roman's hands roamed over her body, the soap slipping and sliding as he touched her, leaving a trail of bubbles in his wake. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest as he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin.

With her eyes closed, she let out a contented sigh as he washed her, his touch both gentle and possessive. The warm water and his hands on her body were like balm to her soul, soothing away the last of her nerves. When he finally turned her to face him, she was breathless with need.

Their eyes met, and the world outside the shower ceased to exist. Roman's hands moved down to her waist, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on her skin. "I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion.

Alyzs felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the water. "I love you too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

They finished their shower, their skin clean and refreshed. Roman stepped out first, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He turned to Alyzs, his eyes dark with desire. "Let me take care of you," he said, his voice a low rumble.

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom, the towel wrapped around her like a warm embrace. The lights were dimmed, and the room bathed in a soft glow. On the bed, he had laid out a selection of luxurious body oils and lotions, their scents mingling in the air.

He massaged a bottle of her favorite coconut-scented lotion into her skin. Starting with her feet, he worked his way up, his thumbs pressing into her arches with a firmness that was both soothing and sensual. Alyzs moaned, her eyes drifting closed as the tension in her body began to dissipate.

He took his time, his hands moving in slow, deliberate strokes. His touch was tender and commanding, leaving no part of her untouched. As he worked his way up her legs, Alyzs felt a familiar heat building inside her. She watched him, his strong hands moving over her body with such care, and she knew she was the luckiest woman in the world.

When he was done, she was slick with oil, her skin glowing. He laid her down on the bed, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to the warmth of her body. He climbed in beside her, pulling her into his arms. "You're mine," he murmured again, his voice filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine.

Alyzs looked up at him, her eyes soft with love. "And you're mine," she said, her voice challenging. "Always."

They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. It was a moment of perfect peace that could last forever. She heard the faint sound of Romans snoring. Alyzs knew he was tired, so she kissed his lips softly. "Rest, my King," she whispered. She allowed sleep to claim her shortly after him.