47. Chapter 47
Veronica
Epilogue
Three Months Later
Today is the day I’ve been waiting for: the opening of Nina’s Hope Living.
It’s much more than I could’ve imagined.
Not only did I see this through, but I did it while going through one of the most difficult times in my life.
I look at Miles, who’s standing next to me as we walk through the halls.
He smiles as he sees parts of his mother in this building.
On our recent trip to Colombia, we brought back many of her paintings.
We left some there; after everything that happened there, we decided to make some changes.
One thing remains the same: the garden his mother started.
The people closest to me are here, even those who I'm rebuilding my relationship with. I take Miles’s hand in mine as we head out the double doors.
I have a surprise for him. I see my mom and dad talking to Bere and Abel.
A couple of weeks ago, I got the courage to ask my mom more about her past and trauma.
I wasn’t prepared for what she had to say, but I feel that it brought us closer.
There is darkness in my family; it’s within us all.
We have all shed blood in one way or another.
Abel has been helping whenever he can. The club has been keeping him busy.
Bere has spent much of her free time at Nina’s Hope.
She’s been single for a couple of weeks.
She’s no longer seeing Sebastian and didn’t want to go into details of what happened, so I didn’t push.
The sadness is in her eyes. It pains me to see my friend hurting, but I’m there for her, just as she’s always been there for me.
I look at Miles and notice the moment he registers my surprise.
He turns to me, and I can see the emotions in his eyes.
There is a large garden; one side is for growing vegetables, and to the right, a sign reads, “Marisol’s Garden.
” The garden is full of orchids, all vibrant colors, similar to those his mother painted.
I reach for my neck and touch the pearl necklace Miles gave me months ago. I look at what I’m wearing—a red blouse. The color that I never wore before is now sprinkled through my closet. It’s still not my favorite, but it’s growing on me.
We walk into the garden; the floral scent envelops my senses.
I look at Miles, who’s wearing his glasses.
Fuck, he’s sexy. He’s still being overprotective, but he’s backed off as much as he can.
Therapy is helping me with accepting things in my life that I know won’t change, regardless of how much I complain about them or yell.
To say the last couple of months have been easy would be a lie. I started to attend AA meetings because I have a problem. I became dependent on alcohol and pills as a way to escape my past, more so the liquor. I was doing well but relapsed when I saw a news article about Tabitha, who’s missing.
“Where did you go?” I hear Miles ask me. He’s caught me doing that. I get lost in the memories and the fears I’m too afraid to confront, but I do my best to be brave.
I sigh. “Just thinking. I have an upcoming meeting with Serena.” I feel my anxiety rising. “She wants to meet after this.”
“Cattleya, don’t worry. I’m sure it’s great news.” He tries to soothe me.
“Did she tell you anything?”
He takes my face in his hands. “No, I promise, I would tell you.”
I still worry about the secrets he may have, but I know it’s his job to keep them. I just ask him to tell me if they are about me.
It’s been a couple of hours since the opening, and I’m walking into the office. Miles offered to join me, but I wanted to do this on my own. Plus, I know he’s watching. Andrew is sitting in the conference room, and Serena and Nina sit next to him. I take a deep breath and join them.
Serena looks at me and smiles. “Well, I don’t want to beat around the bush.” She slides a piece of paper in my direction.
I look down at the document. “What is this?” I ask out loud to no one in particular.
“It’s a job offer,” Nina says. “If it wasn’t for you, the project would not have been the success it is. You did that.”
I look up, unable to contain my emotions.
I don’t hesitate and take a pen, signing on the dotted line.
I give everyone a hug and thank them. I rush out and immediately dial Miles to tell him the news.
Then I message my brothers. I see a text from Miles and grin at his contact name on my phone. I refuse to change it.
Lapdog: I’m so proud of you, baby. We need to celebrate.
Celebrating has changed for me. It’s no longer drinking and going to a club. No, it’s letting go of my inhibitions with Miles. It’s him flogging me. It’s me riding his face. It’s spending the night in his arms while I make him watch chick flicks. It’s me baking and him cooking.
I arrive at the apartment building and head to our floor. I don’t need a key, just my fingerprint. I enter, but I don’t see any signs of him. I walk the hallway to our bedroom. My pussy responds at the sight in front of me.
Miles is lying on the bed, naked, with one hand bound to the bed.
“Surprise, baby.” He looks to his other hand. “You need to help me with the other.” I move to the side of the bed and grab his hand, wrapping the strap around it and securing him. His eyes never leave mine. “Do with me what you want. I’m yours to do as you please.”
I go to the end of the bed. Where I know he has a full view of me, and I undress one piece of clothing at a time.
His dark-gray eyes never leave mine. They widen when he sees that not only am I not wearing panties, but I’m wearing a red lace bra.
I stand here for a few moments; his eyes leave a trail of flames across my body as he admires me.
I move to him so he can see the red lace bra, then I unclasp it.
I drop it to the side. I’m naked, only wearing the pearl necklace he gave me.
I don’t speak. I climb onto the mattress and kneel between his legs.
His cock is hard and ready for me. I see the precum leaking from him and lick my lips.
I don’t wait. I lick him from his base to the tip.
Wrapping my lips around it, I suck. A groan escapes from him.
And it spurs me on to take him deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I moan.
I do it on purpose; I know the vibration hits the spot because he bucks into me.
He groans again. “You’re such a fucking brat, but you’re my brat.”
His words fuel my need, and I pull back. “Such a needy good boy.”
I know he loves my praises because his eyes are dilated.
“Woof woof, baby.” He grins. I kiss his hard stomach, giving his scar extra attention.
I pepper his chest with kisses, licking his nipples, and tugging on them with my teeth.
“I love seeing you like this. I love being the one you let yourself go with.”
I don’t stop; I continue to worship his body.
I feel my pussy throbbing. I feel my arousal down my thighs, and I hover my pussy over his dick.
My hand wraps around his girth, then I take him, one inch at a time.
I see his eyes roll to the back of his head now that I’m fully seated on him.
I put my hands on his chest and lift myself, then slam back down onto him.
My nails dig into his chest, drawing hisses from him, but I’m lost to the power he gives me over him.
Over all of him. I start to rock back and forth on his cock.
And I can already feel he’s close. I ride him, my head tipped back in ecstasy, moaning his name. I stop, and I hear him whimper.
I turn and place my hands on the mattress, and fuck him reverse cowgirl. I know he loves to see my ass bounce, so I give him that view.
“Goddamn, Cattleya, you’re fucking perfect and all mine.”
His nicknames and words unravel me. I’m on the verge of falling over the edge, and I’m bringing him with me.
I look over my shoulder and bite my lips. “Come, baby. Fill me up.”
“I love that filthy mouth of yours, Amor.”
Then we come together. I clench around him.
Not wanting to let go in more ways than one.
I lift myself, and our arousal drips out of me.
His cock is glistening with us. It’s time to lick him clean, so I wrap my lips around him.
Then I move up and hover over his lips. He immediately opens for me, and I spit into him.
It’s what we do, and he swallows what I give him.
“You don’t think we’re done, do you?” I tease.
He gives me his wicked smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”