All Chapters of The Billionaire and the High school Girl fell in love : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I look up at Dan once we’re on the dock with my family. “What’s going on?” He gets on one knee and my heart stops. Is this really happening? Tears explode from my eyes and I’m sobbing before he even gets the words out. I look at my mom and Layla and they’re doing the same. “Hannah, will you make me the happiest man on earth and be my wife?” He presents the box to me and opens it to reveal a gorgeous heart-shaped diamond ring. I cover my mouth with my hands. Layla whispers at me. “Say yes.” “Yes. Oh my God, yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Dan laughs and slips the ring on my finger. It’s a perfect fit and I know my mom must have told him my size. I have a feeling they were all in on it from the beginning. I’m so surprised they were able to keep it a secret. Fred says. “It’s going to be so weird calling you mom.” I laugh. “Don’t you dare.” I look into Dan eyes when he stands. I’m so full of love for him that I’m about to burst. Another amazing memory to add to the many I have at our cabin

I stood in front of the jury delivering my closing argument in a shoplifting case that my client had insisted on taking to trial against my advice and despite my begging. “Ladies and gentlemen, we live in a country where every citizen has a right to trial by his peers. The prosecution must carry its burden of proof beyond a reasonable doubt, the highest legal standard of proof possible in this great country of ours. We are here today because my client is a citizen, and he has a right to a trial if he wants one.” We lawyers often couldn’t let people know what we were really thinking. I often pictured the things that I would like to say and do, though, and I called those thoughts “inner-,” for lack of a better term. Right now inner- was sighing and rolling her eyes because I was breaking out the old “right to a trial defense” again. It's what we public defenders did when we found ourselves addressing a jury without the one thing that would come in most handy under the circumstances –

Yeah maybe for an extremely short-term relationship, like however long it would take to screw me. I don’t want to have a one night stand with a guy I face in court every day. To tell you the truth, I don’t really want to have a one night stand with anybody, no matter how hot they are.” “So maybe he’d be willing to invest more than one night for you. We should ask Dan.” Dan Hills was a fellow public defender who had been friends with Mr. Hills and Mr.Fox in law school. They had managed to remain close even though they worked on opposite sides of the courtroom now. Together they were probably the three sexiest guys and the three biggest womanizers in the Philadelphia criminal court system, but Dan was still pretty cool just to hang out with, and he and Ava were really good friends. “No! He would say something to him and then if you were wrong I would feel so embarrassed that I wouldn’t be able to do my job. Besides, he would see me as just another one of his groupies and I want him to

You think I have a saucy mouth huh?” I decided that now was as good a time as any if I wanted to try my hand at some flirting. “What do you think of my mouth, Dan?” I asked, turning to him. By some small miracle I actually managed to sound calm and even a bit playful. The guardian angel of the socially awkward was obviously smiling down on me. “I rather like it,” he answered with a flirtatious smile, as his eyes very obviously dropped to my lips, this time in a practiced way that probably had women dropping their panties for him left and right under other circumstances. I heard some suggestive laughter and there were a few comments from his friends that I didn't quite catch – probably for the best. Dusty Springfield was singing Son of a Preacher Man in the background and it helped to set the saucy mood. “There you go, Mr. Fox,” I said, as I walked over to stand right in front of him, leaned down, and looked him directly in the eye, our faces inches apart. “Some men can obviously han

So, you really think that Mr. Player over there might agree to date me?” “Anything’s possible. Take off your jacket, by the way.” “Why? The air conditioning is set to subarctic.” “Just do it. All the booze you’ve been drinking should keep you warm.” I slid my suit jacket off, hanging it on the back of my chair. I was a little self-conscious because the white sleeveless shell I had on underneath was snug, and it made me look like a waitress at Hooters, but the beer and tequila were really kicking in and so my self-consciousness was diminishing rapidly. Alcohol will do that too. “What if he still isn’t interested in anything but a one night stand though?” I asked. I had a quick flashback to my humiliating college experience. “I sense much awkwardness on the horizon.” “Then he isn’t interested. You didn’t ask him out. He asked you to hook up and you turned him down but said you might consider dating him. Big deal. Now let your hair down.” “What, am I going to bed?” “Maybe – depend