Ok I know it has been a long time since I updated this and that you are probably all sick of waiting but I have been really busy these last few weeks, hell months, and whenever I get an idea I am too tired to write it. At the moment I am exhausted but also deliriously happy as I have just secured my place in college so I decided to give ye a present as a thank you for constantly nagging at me to update. Lol. Enjoy.

Chapter 4

Grace awoke feeling cozy and warm and, above all, safe, it was the same feeling she had every morning when she woke but today it was different. Today the warm, cozy and safe feeling was not from the knowledge that she was in a house better guarded that the White House, no today it was a man who caused these feelings in her. Not just any man either. She was currently wrapped in the arms of the man who she had been secretly in love with for years, the man who filled her heart with more love and joy than she had ever thought herself capable of having, the man who gave her everything she had ever wanted by simply being in her presence.

Oliver lay in bed wondering how long it would take its owner to realize that he was awake and hoping it would not be for another few minutes. He watched through half closed eyes as she ran her fingers through her brown hair, this was only the second time he had ever seen it down and he loved it. He loved her long delicate fingers, they were so soft and when they brushed against his it was like he was suddenly reborn. His gaze drifted from her hair down to her face, she was so beautiful. Oliver had seen his fair share of good looking women but the woman before him…she was a goddess by comparison. Her eyes showed more emotion in a single second than a poet could hope to write about in a lifetime. Her lips were so soft when they touched against his that he almost felt like he was in a dream, a dream he would never wish to wake from. Oliver had not wanted anything for years, ever since he made his first million, but now all he wanted was to hold this woman in his arms forever. He would give away all his money if it meant he could spend another second in her presence.

As Grace took in the sight of the man lying next to her she couldn't help but wonder what she had done to deserve him. He could have any woman in the country, hell in the world, and yet he chose her. All she was was a secretary, she wasn't from a wealthy family and she didn't believe that she was in any way pretty.

'So why did he chose me? What have I done that I could be so blessed as to be in the arms of Oliver Warbucks?'

Oliver had never been married or engaged or, for that matter, been in what most people would consider to be a serious relationship. Whenever he met a woman he liked he would discover that all she saw in him was money and power. Never once did he find a woman who wanted him for him and not his money, that is until now. Oliver had no idea why she had chosen him, she was so smart and funny and gorgeous that she could have any man. Yet she chose him, even though he was loud, short tempered and often completely oblivious to the world that existed outside his work.

'What did I ever do to deserve someone as perfect as Grace Farrell?'

Grace was pulled from her reverie by the sound of her phone ringing. Slowly, so as not to wake her sleeping partner, she crept out of bed and answered the phone. It was Mrs. Pugh informing her that breakfast would be ready in a few minutes and that she had made all of Annie's favorites. Grace silently scolded herself for not thinking of the young girl who was responsible for her finding happiness. Without Annie Grace was not sure if she and Oliver would have admitted their feelings. Just as Grace was replacing the receiver she heard Mrs. Pugh call down the phone.

"Oh and Miss could you please tell Mr. Warbucks when you see him? No one seems to be able to find him."

Grace chuckled as she walked back to bed, if only they knew.

"What's so funny?"

Grace jumped when she heard the voice from the bed, she thought he was still asleep.

"Mrs. Pugh was just telling me that no one can find you and when I see you I am to tell you that breakfast is ready."

Grace sat on the bed and placed a soft kiss on Oliver's lips, a kiss Oliver quickly deepened. When they finally stopped for air they agreed that is was probably time to get up and face the day.

"Oliver how long have you been awake?" Grace asked as she pulled on a baby blue sundress.

"Longer than you my dear, I was enjoying the most wonderful view before Mrs. Pugh called."

Grace blushed and turned from him, embarrassed at hearing that he was staring at her for over an hour. She had just finished fixing her dress when a thought occurred to her.

"Oliver the only clothes you have with you are the ones from yesterday, you can't be seen wearing the same clothes coming out of my room, people might suspect something."

Oliver chucked as he pulled on his pants and walked over to her. Taking her in his arms he kissed the top of her head and then looked down into her eyes.

"I don't want to hide my relationship with you nor do I want to hide the feelings I have for you. I want to shout from the rooftops that I am in love with you and if any of my employees have a problem with that…..well they know where the door is."

Grace didn't know what to say, for a man who claimed to be useless at writing speeches Oliver certainly had a way with words. She said the only thing she could say,

"I love you too."

They kissed again and while it was not an overly passionate kiss it was one filled with love.

"Well then we better finish getting ready and get Annie up for breakfast."

A/N This fic will be focusing on Oliver and Grace mainly, I will deal with Annie's story but only as a sub-plot. Thanks and please review.