Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
After a long moment, Roman stands and extends a hand. I quickly rise to my feet and take it. We shake, and I’m taken back to the day we he first took me on at his firm and how I swelled with pride and emotion.
This moment dwarfs that by a mile. And all I can think as we smile at each other is, I can’t wait to go upstairs and tell Skylar!
Epilogue
Walker
Four Years Later…
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I set my keys down on the table by the door and quietly head up the stairs to the bedroom that I share with Skylar. The master bedroom is meant to be shared by husband and wife, but in our case, things are a little more complicated.
For all intents and purposes, Skylar is my wife. She wears an engagement ring and also a wedding ring, but we haven’t officially married each other—not yet.
We will, of course, when the time is right, but we’ve both decided to wait for her father to retire or for me to break away from his firm and start my own practice before we make things official like that. Just to lessen the public scandal and its effect on the firm.
Besides, both of us still like being able to roleplay and pretend like we’re still breaking the rules from time to time.
She came to Los Angeles with me the day after I had the talk with her dad. She cried when I told her how our conversation went—after I played a terrible prank on her and told her I’d decided to take the pay raise and had to break up with her of course. I just couldn’t resist, and she paid me back with several sharp jabs to the ribs and a tackle that I quickly turned into a make-up cuddle session.
It didn’t take long for her to adjust to the warm weather and sun, and after the first hell week back, we started getting her studio together.
I had the spare bedroom converted into a studio, but six months later when the firm won a huge lawsuit, I moved us both into a new house in the Hollywood Hills with indoor and outdoor space for Skylar to work.
I got her all the best supplies—anything and everything she needed for her clay work, and got her into a class taught by an internationally renowned artist. She progressed quickly and was soon posting her work on Instagram and rapidly gaining followers.
But still, I was a little concerned at first that she would miss home, but when her friend, Mary, enrolled at UCLA, I stopped worrying. The two of them spend time together on the nights I have to work late, and Mary even helped us decorate when it came time to redo the kitchen. As it turns out, I may be talented at law, but when it comes to picking out chairs and tile, my talents are lacking.
As I come up the stairs, I feel myself getting hard just knowing Skylar is waiting for me in our bedroom. I had a long, challenging day at the office, but coming home to her makes it all worth it.
“My favorite part of the day,” I say as I enter the room and find her lying face down on our bed in nothing but a red thong. She looks up and bites her lip seductively when she sees me, arching her back slightly to give me a better view of her plump ass that she knows drives me wild.
“Oh, yeah?” she whimpers. “You sure it’s not when your pay gets deposited in your bank account?”
I pull off my tie and toss it aside and begin unbuttoning my shirt as I advance on the bed.
“Did someone forget about the enormous pay raise I turned down to break up with her?” I ask. “I could have been ballin’ in a Lambo picking up girls down in Hollywood.”
“Ballin’ in a Lambo?” Skylar giggles, turning on her side, giving me a show of her gorgeous breasts.
Smirking, I shrug and strip out of my shirt and begin to unbuckle my belt. My eyes scour her body. I’m addicted to her curves, her skin, to every inch of her femininity. I’m rock hard as I tug down my fly and let my pants fall to the floor.
She twists slightly, rocking her hips, putting on a show for me. She really has come a long way from the virgin I met five years ago. Now she’s a certifiable slut for me and only me. Neither of us can keep our hands off each other. We’re the definition of a “healthy sex life.” In fact, I think we go beyond healthy. Our sex life is like a superfood.
Just being with her has made me immeasurably better at my job too. My reputation all over Los Angeles has skyrocketed. I’ve built Roman’s West Coast branch into a powerhouse that is known all across the country. Just knowing that I have Skylar to come home to gives me the energy to bust my ass all damn day in a way that goes beyond anything I ever did before.