Epilogue - Marcus
I t’s been just over six months since we disposed of that shit-stain, Frank, and my life just seems to have gotten better and better, which is definitely not something I ever expected.
Chloe’s cake business took off, and what started with just my employees getting cakes from her, soon expanded, and she’s always fully booked.
She put her pictures on social media, and with a little help from word of mouth, the requests for cakes flooded in.
She’s selective over how many she books in each week, as she never wants to compromise on quality, and spends a long time putting all her love and attention into each cake.
She also makes sure we still have time together, particularly on an evening when we curl up on the sofa together watching movies or crime shows.
It’s not just her business that’s blossomed, I’ve loved watching Chloe become the woman she wants to be.
She’s confident, feisty, and so incredibly kind. I still have no idea why she’s with a miserable bastard like me, but I thank whoever is listening every day that she chose me.
Although we usually enjoy a quiet life, tonight we’ve opted for a night out, since it’s Chloe’s birthday tomorrow. Initially, Chloe was reluctant to go to a club because of her brother’s sobriety, but Jake reassured her that he’d be fine.
He’s come a long way over the last six months too. He’s still sober, and sees his outpatient treatment physicians regularly to help him stay that way.
He’s also stepped up to be the leader I’ve always known he could be, and he’s surprised himself with how much he’s actually enjoying it now that he’s trying. Doing things his own way, instead of simply obeying his father is helping too.
Miles has even agreed to take the night off to celebrate with us, though he’ll have several members of security dotted around the club, watching over us.
As soon as we arrive, Jake and Miles are already seated in a booth to the right of the bar. They’re leaning in close to each other, talking.
Chloe and I still haven’t worked out what happened between them to stop their arguing, but they seem to be getting on well now, so we’re trying not to jinx it.
They both stand and wish Chloe a happy birthday once they spot us, pulling her in for hugs. Before Chloe can sit down, I grab hold of her arm and guide her towards me. Miles and Jake look confused, but I give them my best cocky smirk.
“We’ll be back soon.”
Jake looks like he’s about to argue when Miles grabs his arm, pulling him down into the booth. I ignore them both and drag Chloe through the club.
As always, the people part for me, some of them saying hello as I pass.
I greet everyone politely, while keeping my strides firm, not slowing at all. I’m aware Chloe is shouting something at me, but I can’t hear her.
Once we reach the door to the back delivery alley, I punch in the employee code and the security door swings open.
I pull Chloe out into the alley, dragging her down to the wall at the end, just like I did all those months ago on the start of our journey. I press her back against the bricks, crowding her body with mine and she smiles at me.
“This feels oddly familiar,” she laughs.
“Hard to believe this was over eight months ago now,” I reply, pressing a kiss against her neck.
“I was so fucking mad at you for leaving me the way you did,” she growls, rolling her eyes at me when I chuckle.
“I had a plan. I was supposed to make you hate me, so nothing would happen between us,” I confess, which makes her laugh.
“It’s not the best plan in the world, I don’t think. ”
I lean in so that my breath is fluttering over her ear. “I stood no chance against you, love. As soon as I tasted you, I knew I’d lost.”
“You should have fucked me then. That’s what I wanted that night,” she replies, pulling my ear lobe into her mouth, making me moan.
“I’ll just have to fuck you tonight to make up for it.”
She pushes me, a determined look in her eyes, so I step back. A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she reaches up to the neckline of the red silk mini-dress she’s wearing.
In a smooth motion, she slips the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulders and shuffles it down until her tits are free.
I move towards her, licking my lips as my eyes flare with passion, but she holds out a hand to stop me. Once she’s sure I’m not going to move, that cocky smirk is back, and it almost rivals my own.
I watch with rapt amusement as she slides her fingers over her nipple, giving them a small tug before she trails her hands down her hips.
When she reaches the hem of her dress, which sits a little too high up on her thigh for my liking when we’re in public, that smirk of hers turns devilishly sexy.
With her gaze locked on mine, she lifts the dress until it’s bunched around her waist, and she opens her legs wider, to prevent it from falling down.
I’m so caught up in how fucking sexy she looks that it takes me a couple of seconds to realise she’s not wearing any fucking knickers.
I’d worked out by the way her nipples poked through the red silk in the cold air that she didn’t have a bra on, but I had no idea she didn’t have any knickers on either.
Her bare pink pussy seems to shine under the moonlight, and my cock springs to life. I reach down and grasp my length through my jeans, squeezing just enough to help ease the throbbing ache that comes with my dick desperately wanting to be free.
“You seem to have lost your knickers, Mio,” I joke, my voice thick with desire.
“Oh, I didn’t lose them. I purposely didn’t put them on,” she replies cockily.
“Is that so I’d get easy access?” I ask, taking a small predatory step towards her.
“That, and I knew it’d drive you mad.”
“You wanted to drive me mad?” I growl, pressing my body against hers once more.
Her smile doesn’t falter. “I wanted to get you wound up enough that you’d fuck me the way I wanted you to all those months ago.”
My dick twitches in my boxers. “And how would that be? ”
She lets out a sigh, her face relaxed as she meets my gaze.
“For ages afterwards, I dreamt about what would’ve happened if you hadn’t walked away. I woke up crying out your name, my fingers between my legs, wishing they were yours. I dreamt of you finishing it in so many ways, but there was always one that I came back to.”
“Tell me,” I rasp, grabbing hold of her hair, so I can move her head to the side, giving me better access to nibble along her neck.
“I wanted it fast and rough, as we didn’t have much time before someone noticed we were missing. You pushed me against the wall, making my curve my back and present my pussy to you. You plunged into my pussy without any build up, knowing I was dripping wet for you already, as you’d checked with your fingers.
“When I was about to come, you pulled out, saying I hadn’t been good enough to come. You then told me you wanted to find out how much of a slut I could be, and you took my arse.
“I told you it was my first time, and you were slow and gentle at first, making sure I enjoyed it, and once I was used to being stretched open, you pounded me hard. As I came, you told me that only good sluts come with a cock in their arse.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, suddenly feeling very fucking overheated. “That’s hot.”
“It is,” she smiles cheekily.
“Is anal something you want to try? I know we’ve played a little, and you’ve said you’re open to trying, but you’ve never specifically asked for it.”
She nods slowly, suddenly looking shy again.
“I think I can make that happen, love,” I say, spinning her around, pushing her face against the wall.
I don’t have to tell her, she arches her spine, presenting herself to me. Something sparkly catches my eye, and I look down to see something shiny in her arse. I crouch down to get a better look.
Once I’m at eye-level with her pussy, I find Chloe looking at me, assessing me with her eyes.
“I’ve been practising, getting myself ready for you,” she whispers, reaching back with both hands to spread her arse cheeks open.
The butt plug is on full display now, the fake gem glistening at me in the place of her puckered hole. A shiver of pleasure runs through me, and I feel my last strands of control beginning to snap.
“How long have you been wearing that?” I ask, dragging my hand over the smooth skin of her arse, my finger trailing around the toy.
“Since we left the house.”
Her voice is thick, and she’s looking at me with those innocent silver eyes, challenging me to see what I’ll do next.
As I drag my finger around the toy, a shiver runs up her spine, and I take hold of the jewelled end, pulling it just a little. The small movement makes Chloe gasp, and my cock twitches at the sound.
“Do you like having this in your arse? Did it make you feel dirty, walking around the club with it in, knowing nobody else knows what a nasty little slut you are?”
She nods her head, groaning as I pull the toy out more. Once the widest part of the plug is spreading her ring, I keep it there, loving the way she’s stretched out for me.
“Yes, I love it,” she says, sounding breathy and desperate.
With my other hand, I reach beneath the toy, sliding my finger through her slit, biting my lower lip when I feel how wet she is.
“You’re fucking dripping, Mio.”
“I need you so bad,” she cries.
Hearing how much she wants me is the biggest ego boost, and I don’t want to draw this out any longer. My already fragile control is hanging by a thread, and I really want to let go.
As I circle her clit, while wiggling the butt plug that’s still stretching her at the widest part, she rocks against me, begging for me to take her.
“Please, Marcus. Don’t tease me. I need you, right now.”
Since it’s her birthday, and there’s a risk of getting caught, I give her what she wants. It’s not at all because my cock is straining so much it’s fucking painful.
As I continue teasing her arse with the buttplug, I press my fingers into her pussy, finding her wet and ready for me, just as I expected. I thrust my fingers in fast and deep, loving the way she rocks back against me, fucking herself on my hand.
Her moans turn to whimpers when I pull my hand away, but before he can protest, I slam my cock into her pussy, not stopping until I’m balls deep. Both of us cry out when I bottom out, and I grab her hip tight to hold her against me.
As she’s getting used to me, I use my other hand to press the buttplug back in, until it disappears, leaving just the jewelled end behind. I can feel the wide plug through her thin wall, pushing against my cock, making her feel even tighter.
“Fuck, I’m so full,” she groans, her eyes blown wide with lust.
“Mio, you’re so fucking tight,” I tell her, taking several deep breaths to stop myself from losing control too soon .
Chloe lets out a soft breath before looking over at me, a blissed out expression on her face. “You can fuck me now.”
I don’t need to be told twice. With my finger on the jewel of the toy, to keep it in place, I slowly begin fucking her pussy with my cock. If I thought she was tight before, it’s nothing compared to how she feels now that she’s so full.
It’s a weird sensation, but I can feel the outline of the plug as I drag my cock over her cunt walls, and I’m surprised by how amazing it feels. I pull out slowly, savouring the unique feeling, before slamming back in, loving the way Chloe hisses when I hit deep.
I keep my thrusting hard and deep, speeding up as Chloe begins rocking back to meet me each time, pressing herself onto me further. Her moans are like music to my ears, and the way her walls tighten around me makes me tremble.
As her whimpers become more desperate, and her walls start to tighten, I know she’s close. She’s not told me yet, but it won’t be long till she’s begging me.
Sure enough, just a couple of thrusts later, Chloe starts pleading to come. “I’m so close. Please, please, can I come?”
Instead of responding, I quickly pull my cock out, removing the buttplug at the same time. Chloe’s legs almost give way as she cries out in frustration, no doubt feeling incredibly empty after being stretched and full.
“Nooo. No, please…” she cries, her fingers sticking into her flesh so much, I’m surprised she’s not drawn blood, but still she keeps her arse spread for me.
Before she can finish her complaint, I place the buttplug in my pocket and press the wet head of my cock against her stretched arsehole. She looks over her shoulders at me, her eyes wide when she realises what I’m about to do.
I stare at her for a second, waiting to see if she’s changed her mind, but when she gives me a smile as she nods her head, I take that as consent.
I take my time pressing into her, stretching her tight hole wider than ever before. Although she’s been prepping herself, which has helped a lot, I doubt she’s taken anything as large as me, and so take my time with her.
Her eyes flutter closed as she concentrates on breathing, forcing her muscles to relax. When I get to the hardest part, I feel her tense, but before I can instruct her, the muscles around my cock start to push, and I know Chloe’s letting me in.
As the head pops in, we both groan loudly. I lean over and place my forehead against her back, taking deep breaths, so I don’t end this too soon.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, love,” I groan.
When she chuckles in response, her arse clamps around my cock until I’m shouting out a string of expletives. I spank her, which earns me a yelp. But as she’s startled, she presses back onto my cock further—a happy accident .
With one hand on her hip, to steady her movements, I press the other against her lower back, helping her to keep that perfect arch to her spine.
Once we’ve both caught our breaths, and I’m fairly sure I’m not going to come straight away, I begin pressing in again slowly.
After rocking and advancing a few times, I finally bottom out, and Chloe breathes a sigh of relief when I tell her she’s taken all of me.
“Open your eyes, Mio. I want to watch as you fall apart with my cock in your arse.”
Her lids fly open straight away, revealing molten silver eyes that are almost black, heavy with lust. Her mouth is wide, and she looks so relaxed, lost in the feeling.
“You’re so deep,” she breathes.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you now?” I ask, rubbing my hand over her back.
She nods her head as best she can with it against the wall. “Yes.”
As much as I want to slam into her, taking her as rough and hard as I know she loves, I take my time, letting her arse get used to me. I keep my movements slow as I pull back, thrusting back in a little quicker each time.
After a few thrusts like this, her fierce gaze locks with mine. “Fuck me harder, please. I can take it.”
As if to prove her point, she slams her hips back against mine rapidly, forcing my cock to hit her deep, dragging a ragged cry from both our lips.
Determined to give my girl what she wants, I follow her lead, thrusting into her hard and fast. I move my other hand to her hip, so I can use both to control her while I slam my cock into her, pulling her back against me, hitting a spot deep in her arse that drives her crazy.
Chloe’s cries and whimpers turn louder and more frantic. She moves one of her hands from where she was spreading her arse, and slides her fingers over her clit.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fucking fuck,” she cries as her fingers rub against her sensitive nub.
I have to use my hands on her hips to keep my thrusts coordinated, because as soon as Chloe begins playing with her clit, her actions turn frantic and desperate, her cries a jumbled mess of words and sounds.
As her release approaches, her arse grips my cock tighter than before, making my balls twitch and ache the way they always do when I’m not far from shooting my load.
“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” I mutter, rocking into her at a bruising pace.
“Shit, I’m going to… Please, can I… ”
She closes her eyes, her fingers rubbing circles around her clit as she rocks her hips back against me, chasing the pleasure she desperately seeks.
“Open your eyes, Mio,” I tell her, and she obeys instantly. “Does my beautiful whore want to come with a cock in her arse?”
“Yes, please.”
“Where do you want me to come?” I grind out, knowing I won’t be able to hold it for long after she falls apart.
“In…in my arse,” she cries out.
“If I come in your arse, I’m going to put the toy back in, so I know my cum is plugged inside you for the rest of the evening. Do you want that, slut?”
Her eyes widen before they flutter, a soft smile gracing her lips.
“Yes. I want you to fill me with your cum. I want your cum inside of me.”
I groan at how fucking sexy she is when she says things like that to me. I’m so lost in the moment, I don’t even think before I speak.
“If I come in your arse now, when we get home, I’m going to come in your pussy. I want to fill your cunt with my cum, claiming you as mine, while making you round with my baby.”
Her eyes widen in shock, and she stares at me, but doesn’t falter on her movements. She continues meeting my thrusts, pressing me deep into her as her orgasm draws closer.
“You want to have a baby with me?” she rushes out, followed by a loud moan as the head of my cock hits her deep.
“Fuck, one day, I do. You’re mine forever,” I tell her.
There’s a distant part of my brain that’s aware this isn’t the best scenario to be having this conversation, or the most romantic way, but it’s not like I can take it back.
“I-I… I want that too…someday,” she cries. “Please, can I come?” Her desperation quickly puts an end to the discussion.
I lean over and place a kiss on her neck, nibbling on her ear as I say, “Come for me, slut.”
As she falls apart around me, I bite down on her neck, sucking at the spot I’ve marked with my teeth, claiming her in the most primal, possessive way.
Her arse clamps down on my cock, and I can feel the walls of her cunt fluttering as her orgasm hits.
She trembles as she holds her position, my cock deep inside as her orgasm rips through her body. She cries out my name as she stops frantically rubbing at her clit, moving to circle it lazily instead, as she draws out the last bits of her release.
As hers dies down, and her walls relax enough for me to move, I take what I need from her body as I chase my own orgasm. Only a few hard, deep thrusts later and I’m grunting my release, shooting row after row of cum deep into her arse.
Her walls tremble as she feels me painting her insides with my cum, while I desperately try to catch my breath. I slump over her body, resting my cheek on her back as I hold her tight.
When we’ve both caught our breath, I lean back a little, my heart aching at the beautiful shy smile she throws at me. Her eyes track my movements as I pull the plug from my pocket.
I bring it up to my mouth, sucking and licking it until it’s covered in my saliva. Her eyes widen as she watches me taste her on the used plug.
I give her a cocky smirk as I slowly pull my limp cock from her arse. She hisses loudly once I’m all the way out, but she’s distracted from the sting by watching me scoop up the cum that’s trying to slide free.
I use it to get the plug extra wet, before gently pressing it inside her gaping, used hole, making sure the rest of my seed stays where it belongs.
She hisses and moans as the widest part of the plug stretches her already stinging hole, but once it’s in, she breathes a sigh of relief. I slide my fingers around the jewelled end that’s on display, where her puckered hole should be, making sure any evidence of our sex session is gone.
Once I’m happy, I take a step back, keeping a hand on Chloe, as her legs are still a bit wobbly. She turns around, pulling her dress back into position, so she’s no longer on display, while I tuck my cock back into my boxers, and fasten my jeans.
When Chloe stands up straight, her mouth falls into an O as she shuffles from one foot to another.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She smiles and nods, placing her hand on my chest. “I can feel your cum deep in my arse. I thought the plug would be too much for my sensitive, stretched arse, but it’s really not. It feels good, sending little shivers of pleasure to my clit.”
“Fuck, if you keep saying things like that, I’m going to want to fuck you again, love,” I growl, stealing a kiss.
“Well, we better go and be sociable for an acceptable amount of time, then you can take me home and fuck me all night,” she replies, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively.
I chuckle, looking at my watch as I say, “Is ten minutes acceptable?”
She playfully slaps my chest. “No, but maybe we can have a dance instead? When I grind against you, you’ll be able to feel the jewel.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, love,” I tell her with a groan, kissing her again.
I will never get bored of this. Each time I kiss her, the taste of her makes me tingle like it’s the first time.
“It’s a good way to die,” she laughs.
I pull her closer, wrapping my arms around her as she looks up at me, her beautiful silver eyes locked with mine as she smiles.
“I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I’m just sorry I wasted all that time pushing you away, when we could have been together.”
She quickly shakes her head. “I think we needed to go through what we did to bring us here, to make us the people we are now. We weren’t ready for each other before, but we are now.”
My heart races as I smile at her. “I love you so fucking much, you know that, right?”
This isn’t the first time I’ve told her I love her. I’ve been telling her for months, but each time feels just as momentous as the first. My love for her grows each day, and I want her to know that, to feel it.
“I know. And you know how much I love you. You saved me, and gave me the life I’ve always wanted, and I can never repay you for that. But I can spend forever loving you,” she replies, kissing my cheek.
“That’s more than enough, Mio.”
I take hold of her hand as she steps away, getting ready to go back into the club, but she stops, looking at me with that shy smile that makes my dick twitch.
“Did you mean what you said before? Or was it just in the heat of the moment?”
She doesn’t have to elaborate for me to know what she’s referring to.
“I meant it. I probably shouldn't have brought it up when I did, since I was caught in the moment, but it doesn’t change how I feel.
“I don’t mean right now, but someday, I’d like to have children with you. If that’s what you want?”
She nods her head, giving me a smile as her eyes start to mist over. Her grip on my hand tightens. “I want that too, but…”
She trails off, looking embarrassed again.
“But, what?” I prompt.
“Only if we’re married,” she rushes out.
My cocky smirk grows as I watch her cheeks flush. “Oh, we will be married. You just have to wait for me to propose.”
“You want to propose?” she asks, sounding shocked.
A short laugh rips from my throat and she narrows her gaze at me. “Love, I’ve had a ring for months. I’m just waiting for the right moment. ”
“You have? Since when?”
I look down at the floor, suddenly feeling a little shy myself. She reaches up and places her hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at her.
“After the first night we had sex. I knew I’d never let you go after that.”
“That long?” she blurts out, and I chuckle.
“That long. You’re mine, and I knew I wanted forever with you.”
She gives me a bright smile as she stands on her tip-toes, giving her just enough height to lean into my ear.
“I want forever with you too. So, whenever you ask me, just know that I’ll say yes in a heartbeat.”
She kisses my cheek before pulling back, not aware of how fast my heart is beating after that.
“Well, that’s a pretty big spoiler,” I joke, making her laugh.
“Come on, we better get back inside to make sure Jake’s not breaking your rules,” she says, pulling me towards the door.
We go back to the booth to find Jacob is by himself. “Where’s Miles?” I ask.
“He said there was something he needed to check on, and he went into the office a few minutes ago,” Jake replies.
A few minutes after we slide into the booth, one of the VIP waitresses walks over to us. I recognise her as the new girl, Indie. I hired her about three weeks ago, and she’s been fitting in well ever since.
She’s a couple of years younger than me with long blonde hair that falls down to her waist in waves. Her bright green eyes glisten, and she wears bright red lipstick to emphasise her already plump lips.
She’s got curves in all the right places, and she wears clothes to emphasise them—no doubt so she can get more tips. But the real draw she has to my customers is her shy personality.
She’s quiet and timid, which doesn’t seem to match with the way she dresses or does her make-up. She’s an enigma, and men love those.
Sadly, from the moment she comes over to our table, Jacob is enamoured with her.
“Hey, can I get you guys a drink?” Indie asks, her voice soft, yet loud enough to be heard over the music.
I give her a polite smile. “Hi, Indie, how are you getting on?” I ask, my boss hat taking over.
“It’s going well, thank you, sir. I’m really enjoying working here,” she replies.
Chloe squeezes my hand suggestively and I remember my manners.
“Sorry, Indie, this is my girlfriend, Chloe,” I tell her, before turning to Chloe. “ Indie started her about three weeks ago. She’s just moved here, but has been fitting in well.”
Chloe gives her a wave. “It’s nice to meet you, Indie. How are you liking Blackthorn?”
Indie shuffles from one foot to the other, looking a little uncomfortable. “Honestly, I’ve not seen too much of it. I’ve just been working and trying to get settled into my new flat. Besides, I’ve been here before, but it was a while ago, and I didn’t stay long.”
Jacob shifts closer to Chloe, holding his hand out to get Indie’s attention.
“Well, if you need someone to show you around, I can help with that. I’m Jacob, but most people call me Jake. It’s a pleasure to meet someone as beautiful as you, Indie.”
I throw a glare at Jake as Chloe rolls her eyes. Indie just stares at his hand before somewhat reluctantly reaching out to shake it.
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
“I can give you my number, if you want, and we can arrange something?” Jake adds, pushing his luck just a little more.
I fix him with a glare that he ignores. Indie’s eyes go wide and she looks terrified. “Oh, I… Well, I’m not sure?—”
Chloe takes pity on Indie and steps in. “Jake, you know you aren’t supposed to ask out the girls who work here.”
Jake glares at his sister, while Indie shifts uncomfortably.
“I was just offering as she looks like she could use a friend in town, nothing more.”
I let out a snort, which earns a death glare from Jake. Indie’s gaze flicks around the booth, before settling on Jake. She’s silent for a moment, then when she speaks, it’s so low and timid, we can barely hear her.
“I don’t mind, if it’s just as friends. Nothing more,” she tells him, and I’m shocked that Jake doesn’t seem deterred by this.
Just as they’re about to swap numbers, much to my annoyance, Miles walks back over to the booth. He greets us as he slides in next to Jake, then he notices Indie, and turns to look at her, only to freeze.
My best friend is frozen on the spot, all of the colour draining from his face as he stares at Indie, and she has a matching expression. Miles then seems to break out of his trance and snaps at Indie, using a tone I’ve never heard him use towards anyone.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
We all look between Miles and Indie, who seem to just be staring at each other. Jake breaks the uncomfortable tension by asking, “You two know each other? ”
Miles turns to look at me, and the expression on his face makes my stomach drop. I’ve never seen him look so lost. Even though Jake asked the question, he replies directly to me.
“This is Dee.”
As soon as I hear the name, a flash of recognition hits me, and I wince on his behalf.
“The girl from the summer after uni?”
Miles nods, and Indie looks like she might be sick. Jake chimes in again, “How do you know each other?”
Miles gives me a look that tells me I can explain the basics.
“Remember that summer after university when we went on a bender and Miles went to stay with his family, before starting work for me afterwards?”
“Yes?” Jake draws out, encouraging me to continue.
“He had a fling with a girl called Dee. He fell for her hard, and then she left, breaking his heart.”
I look over at Indie, seeing the desolate look on her face as tears well in her eyes.
“It wasn’t like that,” she whispers, her eyes cast down at the floor.
Miles shuffles out of the booth and jumps to his feet, the sneer he gives her as he does makes Indie shrink back.
“I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. I can’t be around you.”
Miles storms off, but I catch the way his face falls as he does. My heart breaks for him.
I look up and see tears streaming down Indie’s face. She glances over at me as she wipes them away. “I’m guessing you’re going to fire me now?”
Before I can respond, Jake jumps in. He climbs out of the booth and places his hand on her arm.
“He’s not going to fire you. Everyone has a past.”
I shake my head at Jake, but my glare is ignored.
“He’s right, I’m not going to fire you. I’ll speak to Miles. Take a break and get yourself together. As long as your work isn’t affected, we can continue.”
She breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sir. I won’t let it affect my work, I promise.”
“Go and take a break, I’ll sort out our drinks,” Chloe says, giving her a reassuring smile.
As Indie walks away with thanks, Jake trails behind her. I look over at Chloe, shaking my head like I can’t quite believe what I just witnessed.
“Now I can see why you have a ‘no fucking the staff’ rule,” Chloe jokes.
“So much fucking drama,” I chunter as she laughs.
“I have a feeling this is only the start of that particular shit-show. ”
I groan loudly, running my fingers through my hair. “I just want an easy life.”
“Well, since our friends are clearly busy, why don’t you take me home?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
I take her hand, dragging her out of the booth. “Burying my head in your sweet cunt is just what I need to help me ignore the rest of this fucking world.”
“Fine by me,” she says, pressing a kiss to my lips.
As I drag her out to the car, I can’t help but think how fucking lucky I am.
I have the girl of my dreams. I’m in love, but most importantly, I’ll never again have to deal with dating drama, like Jake and Miles are right now.
That thought makes me smile as Chloe kisses me once more, reminding me just how lucky I am.
The End