Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Imogene suddenly threw herself into my arms. “You’ve had my love since the moment I first drew your picture,” she admitted in my ear as she squeezed the air out of my chest.
I cough-laughed as I loosened her arms and dragged in some oxygen. My face must have expressed the level of my joy because she smiled so brightly that it rivaled the sun. I was sure it would cause the storm outside to clear any minute.
“I used to dream that you would notice me, and we would have a fairy-tale, happily ever after. But I thought it was a stupid fantasy, I never thought it could really happen. And yet, I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love with the beautiful soul I glimpsed in your eyes.”
I crushed my lips down over hers and poured my love into the kiss. “I promise,” I murmured against her mouth a few minutes later. “We’re going to have our happily ever after, sugar.”
Epilogue 1
Thatcher
6-ish months later
All the whispering I heard going on in the kitchen stopped the second I walked into the room. I was surprised to see my wife sitting at the island with my sister-in-law, Blair. Justice hadn’t said anything about coming by, and I hadn’t seen Blair’s shadow—her personal bodyguard, Benjamin—anywhere.
Kyla, Imogene’s bodyguard, was standing just outside the back door, keeping an eye on the perimeter. Justice and I didn’t fuck around when it came to our women. Being billionaires put you in the spotlight, and we were determined to do whatever it took to protect our families.
“Blair,” I greeted. She and Imogene smiled innocently, and I immediately knew I was going to be forced to make an impossible decision. “Justice know you’re here?” Both women immediately frowned and glanced at each other guiltily. I sighed. Either I pissed off my wife by “tattling” as she put it, or I got my ass kicked by my brother for not letting him know his wife had slipped her security and was at my house. It wouldn’t matter to him that our place was as well protected as his. If Justice didn’t have his or Benjamin’s eyes on Blair at all times, he went ballistic. And, it had only gotten worse since she got pregnant.
“That’s a no, right?”
Blair flushed, and her eyes darted away. “Um…”
If he didn’t know she was here… “You turned off your GPS?” I guessed incredulously.
Her blush deepened, and she shrugged. “Just for a little while.”
Son of a bitch. If I didn’t diffuse this situation fast, I’d be bailing my brother out of jail for beating the shit out of someone.
Since I wasn’t any better when it came to my wife…I had to go with door number two. Imogene would forgive me once I’d eaten her pussy to a couple of orgasms.
“Don’t even think about it, Thatcher Kendall,” Imogene snapped. “If you tattle, you will not get out of it by distracting me with…you know.”
Blair giggled, and Imogene blushed adorably, making me grin. My smile turned into a wicked smirk as I walked over to the back of her stool and rested my hands on her swollen belly. “I bet I will,” I murmured, my hot breath bathing the shell of her ear. Then I kissed her neck, which was easily done with her hair up in a ponytail. She shivered, and I chuckled. It was already a sensitive spot for her, but Imogene’s pregnancy hormones were out of control. She was horny pretty much all the time. Not that I minded. “And, I’ll prove it to you.” Imogene squirmed, probably remembering all the ways I use to prove my point when necessary.
A buzzing sound drew my attention, and I glanced at the stone countertop to see Blair’s cell phone vibrating. Her finger hovered over it for a beat, her face awash with indecision. Then she took a deep breath and hit the ignore button. I could only imagine the shocked look on my face. It started to ring again, and she glanced guiltily at the screen but didn’t answer. Then she looked at Imogene. “We have to hurry.”
The next second, my own phone was ringing. I dug it out of my pocket, unsurprised to see Justice’s name flashing on the screen.
“Please, Thatcher?” Imogene pleaded with wide, tear-filled eyes. Shit. Another hormonal side-effect of her pregnancy, but one I hated. “We’re trying to plan his surprise birthday party and since he never lets Blair out of his sight—a family trait, apparently,” she interjected dryly, “she had to slip away.” Imogene’s whiskey orbs pleaded with me, and I felt myself caving when my phone began to ring again.
“I’m sorry, sugar, but if I couldn’t get ahold of you and didn’t know where you were, I’d lose my fucking mind.”
I stabbed the button to accept the call. “She’s fine, bro,” I said quickly. “Sitting in my kitchen with my wife, and my security is watching over them.”