Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 55(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Annika
Thirty-Four Years Later
Man, technology certainly has changed in the last thirty years. I look down at the dirty text my husband just sent me. I’m out dress shopping with our youngest, Belle. She’s getting married in a week. She met her fiancé two months ago at work, but that’s another story. I’m surprised he gave her week.
Come to the restaurant and sit on my face, wife. I need to taste you…
I’ll be home soon. I really want you taste me
Not soon enough I want you to soak my fucking beard with that pussy juice
God, I think as I fan myself. I’ve had a few glasses of champagne now, but it’s not the alcohol. It’s the man I love. We’ve been married fort thirty-five years and he still turns me on like I’m eighteen instead of fifty-three. He opened his fourth restaurant, Annika, in the French Quarter ten years ago. He’s managing an empire now. The Fisher Group has fifteen restaurants and two nightclubs under it’s umbrella. Our sons, Jason and Daniel run the company along with Kellen. Jason is thirty-four and Daniel is thirty. Belle was a bit of surprise. Both of my boys are still bachelors, but I know their women are out there somewhere.
“Is papa bothering you?” Belle asks, coming out of the dressing room.
“Not at all.”
“Eww, ma.”
“What?”
“Please. We shared a thin wall for the last nineteen years. Not to mention your embarrassingly sweet public display of affection.”
“It’s not that bad.” Belle just rolls her eyes at me.
“What do you think?” she asks, twirling.
“You look like a princess,” I say, tears filling my eyes.
“That’s what I was going for,” she says grinning. Kent, her fiancé, calls her his little princess. I try not to think about that overmuch.
“You look beautiful.”
“This is the one.”
“Let’s get it,” I tell her, getting up to give her a hug.
“Thanks, ma. I just want to thank you.”
“For me, baby girl?”
“For showing me what love looks like. I knew I could never settle for anything less than what you and papa have.”
“That’s the nicest compliment you could ever give me,” I say tightening my grip on her.
“Alright, ma. The dress,” she says pulling away from me. We both wipe our tears.
We buy the dress. Belle meets Kent somewhere and I head to the restaurant. I find Kellen in his office. He fucks me right on his desk, like a teenager.
I love this man. I’ve always loved this man, and nothing will ever change that.
I’m glad I got to lay all my love on him.