The Wrong Ring, The Right Billionaire

When we were picking out our wedding rings, the jeweler brought out a diamond ring, and Brandon instinctively handed it to Vanessa.

Vanessa’s slender fingers showed off the diamond flawlessly.

Brandon stared, completely entranced, before turning to the clerk.

"Size 5. Have it custom-made to this size."

I held out my hand. "My ring size is a 7. That won’t fit me."

He frowned. "Your hands are practically the same size. As long as it looks good on her, it’s fine."

His friend Jason chuckled from the side.