Epilogue
Carter
“I ’m not interested,” he repeated for the umpteenth time.
“But… but you can have my ass, too!”
“I’m going to get married, Tara. I’ll fuck my wife’s ass from now on.”
“I don’t understand. Why would that make us stop?”
Carter was going to get a headache if this conversation didn’t stop. Yesterday.
Suddenly, the phone was yanked out of his hand, and into a pair of freshly manicured fingers.
“Listen, bitch: he’s just not that into you.
Don’t make it more embarrassing than it needs to be.
You can keep the clothes, you can keep the credit card until the end of the month, but then you’re done.
There’s ten thousand left on it. Have at it.
Cause us problems, and I’ll dig up every bit of dirt on you and send it to your boss.
Starting with the fact that you’ve spent a year whoring your prissy cunt. ”
On that note, Lucy hung up, before typing away on his phone.
“I’m redirecting her calls to my phone. I’ll handle her from now on.”
He stared at his assistant, stunned. She’d always been a ballbuster, but he’d never seen her sound and act quite so cold.
“What? There’s a reason why they call me the Psychobitch. I can take a lot of shit, but there comes a point where I snap. It’s normally not pretty.”
He nodded, making an internal note: he was never messing with her.
Ever.
“By the way, congrats. I didn’t know you’d proposed.”
“I haven’t yet.”
“And you say you’re getting married. Very confident of you.”
He shrugged in response.
“Not really. I’ll ask her every day if I need to, so I’m sure I’ll get the answer I want.”
Eight days had passed since the first time he’d made love with Cassandra Franklin. Three days ago, she got her period, confirming that they hadn’t made a baby, to his chagrin. When she announced it, he was inexplicably sad, and he understood just how committed he was to that woman, to their future.
So, yeah, one week was most probably a stupid amount of time to have dated someone until popping the question, but he didn’t need any more. He knew. His mother knew. Hell, even Buddy knew she was their forever.
Now it was time to inform her, in case she’d missed the memo.
THE END