Epilogue

Jenna

Ifiddle with my camera before looking down at myself.

I’m even curvier than before but it’s for good reason because I’m pregnant now, and my baby bump is visible.

It’s not humongous, but the bump is definitely there, and after a talk with Rick, I decided to use this opportunity to further my career.

After all, there’s a definite niche for pregnant creators, and as a result, I’m clad in a white, lacy bra that highlights my big breasts, with a g-string that barely covers my swollen pussy.

Sheer white hose comes halfway up my smooth thighs, ending with ivory stilettos that enhance the “bridal” look.

Then, the finishing touch is my veil. Yes, I’m going to film with a veil today, and the netting is a bit scratchy, but that’s okay.

I’m sure Rick will rip it off as soon as he gets his hands on it.

My man loves creating content with me, and although we never show his face, I’m certain everyone knows whom the huge, muscular body in my videos belongs to.

At first, I didn’t think he’d be okay with it.

“Won’t my videos get you fired from Tatti?” I asked slowly. “A lot of CEOs get the axe these days, like that guy who was caught canoodling at a Cold Play concert.”

Rick shrugged.

“They’ll have a hard time firing me when I own the company. I mean, who’s going to do it?”

I squint.

“But I thought Tatti was a huge international corporation that sells cosmetics all over the world. There isn’t an overseer or some sort? Or a board?”

“Yes, there is,” Rick says easily. “But this is a private company because my grandmother founded it many years ago. Tatti Purdy was an entrepreneurial woman who worked the cosmetics counter at Lord and Taylor, before branching out and selling her own beauty creams. Then, my dad inherited the company and grew it through a number of strategies, including “gift with purchase” and the launch of the successful Youth-Dew bath oil/fragrance, which is still one of our most popular products. Then, I was named CEO about ten years ago, and I revamped our marketing by bringing in Kpop celebrities as spokeswomen, and buying a load of new lines, including Drunk Dragon, Katy von D, NuSpace and PureScience. We’re now in the medspa area, and it’s a cash cow.

So no, I don’t think they’re going to fire me because they love the money too much. ”

“I see,” I hum slowly. “And your family doesn’t care that I create content?”

“No, they care,” Rick says in an even tone.

“But I’ve told them to back the hell off, and to pull that stick out of their asses.

The fact is that you are an independent young woman, and I adore that about you, Jenna.

Plus, it’s more than a lot of them can say about themselves because they’re essentially trust fund babies.

The only reason why they’re filthy rich is because of our grandmother, Tatti, and because of me. ”

I threw my arms around his neck then, my heart pounding fiercely.

“Thank you for standing up for me, Rick,” I whispered. “It means everything.”

“And you mean everything to me,” he replied in a low growl before kissing me hard.

“I love you, Jenna, and want to support you in every way, which includes helping you with your career. So yes, continue creating content because this is what you enjoy. I adore you, baby, and what you do isn’t going to change how I feel about you. ”

My heart pounded with fierce love for the billionaire because Rick Purdy is the right man for me, and now, I’m getting ready to film some pregnant content with my handsome boyfriend.

He appears at the doorway, his massive form clad in a blue robe, a sliver of bronzed chest showing.

Those piercing eyes seize mine, and he grins, his smile always so charismatic and charming.

“Are you ready?” I ask in a coy tone. “Just let me know and I’ll start the camera.”

“I am, and you look beautiful, baby. Huge but beautiful.”

“I know,” I say ruefully, looking down at my swollen stomach.

“I’ve put on so much weight already, and I’m only in my second trimester!

After all this is over, I’ll have to get on Ozempic.

Do they do that, though? Will they give Ozempic to postpartum ladies?

You have that friend, Hank, who’s a doctor, right? Maybe he can write me a scrip.”

My man immediately frowns.

“You don’t need Ozempic, sweetheart, because you look gorgeous the way you are, and if anything, you should keep the baby weight because it makes you look even more curvy and luscious.

Plus, I would never send you to Hank because that guy’s a douche.

In fact, I think he’s off the reservation at this point. ”

I cock my head to the side.

“What do you mean?”

My boyfriend’s expression is rueful.

“Hank told me that he caught his stepdaughter stealing Ozempic from the bathroom cabinet. Why he even had it in his cabinet, I have no idea, but the dude’s a legit doctor so who knows. But yeah, he said he disciplined his stepdaughter afterwards, which … well, I don’t know if I should even say.”

I stare at him.

“Let me guess: she’s young, pretty, and just turned eighteen.”

“Yeah,” my boyfriend grunts. “Hank said she wanted it, but let’s just say he’s a motherfucker who took the opportunity to fill her with his sperm.”

I gasp.

“But does her mom know? Oh my god!”

My boyfriend shakes his head.

“Hank’s divorced, and his ex took off years ago. But she left her daughter with him, so yeah. The dude is basically operating without any guardrails, and I think the next thing he wants to do is to knock up the young woman.”

“But she’s his stepdaughter!” I sputter, astonished. “That can’t be kosher.”

“It’s definitely not,” Rick shrugs. “But you’re my ward, and look at us.

You’re pregnant with my child, and we’re making content together.

In fact, if you let me, I want to put a ring on it,” he rasps, his blue eyes suddenly serious.

“Should we make this bridal content real, sweetheart? I’d love to be your husband more than anything. ”

I stare at him before breaking into a huge smile.

“Yes. And I do. Yes yes yes!”

With that, Rick comes over and kisses me hard before pulling back, his azure gaze piercing.

“I adore you, Jenna May, and thank you for everything you do, including bearing my child and any future children to come.” Then, the fireworks start anew, although I have to wonder.

What is Dr. Hank doing with his stepdaughter?

Something naughty no doubt because the curvy girl is getting it hard … and probably loving it too.

THE END

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