Epilogue
Valerian: So Jack...how’s Krista doing?
Jack: That’s irrelevant to current operations.
Guy: Actually, I'm rather certain Valerian's only asking because he wants you to stop calling his wife 'darling' Poppy.
Valerian: Partly true. But I also want to hear Jack admit it.
Jack: There's nothing to admit.
Wynd: Star saw you two at the coffee shop yesterday.
Jack: We were discussing script accuracy. Professional consultation.
Valerian: Right. Is that what we’re calling it now?
Jack: The banking scenes needed technical review.
Guy: For two hours? Over lattes?
Jack: Efficiency requires adequate caffeine intake.
Wynd: And adequate staring into her eyes, apparently.
Jack: I don’t stare. I observe data points.
Valerian: What’s the probability you’ll ask her out?
Jack: 31.7%.
Guy: Coming from Jack, that's as good as a marriage proposal.
THANK YOU.
Guy stood in the driveway, leaning against his car, the Texas evening air warm against his skin as he looked up at the ranch house that had become more than just a home.
Two months ago, he had been drowning in this very spot, convinced that he had lost everything that mattered.
Now it felt like his heart was about to explode from sheer gratitude.
Thank You for giving me back my family.
The weight of the day settled around him like a blessing he was still learning to accept. He felt like he could fly if God willed it, felt like every breath was a gift he’d never taken for granted before that night with Emmanuel and the emergency vet waiting room where he’d finally learned to pray.
Thank You for being my home.
Thank you.
He looked back on his day as he headed toward the front door. Krista had everyone grinning on set today, with how she had been caught reading The 411 on Asperger's for Not So Stupid People, and of course it was something he and the other guys had good-naturedly ribbed Jack about during Bible study.
Honestly, if someone had told him he would one day be attending Bible studies, and with Jack Morrison, too, of all people...
Just went to show how God worked in mysterious ways, and speaking of more mysterious things...
“This is the best thing ever!”
Guy paused in the doorway, car keys still in his hand, as the sound of his wife’s delighted squealing reached him from the living room.
The familiar chaos of their evening routine was in full swing: Mack sprawled across the entire couch like he owned it, Mounty curled up with his tennis ball, Middle positioned on the coffee table where he could see the TV, and Emmanuel tucked into his favorite spot on the cushions.
Even Manny and Maiden were chattering from their covered cage, as if they understood something exciting was happening.
“I knew it!” Jilly was practically bouncing in her spot on the floor, surrounded by their rescued family. “I absolutely knew he would be perfect for this role!”
Guy’s eyebrows rose as he recognized the opening credits of the police procedural he’d guest-starred on, the surprise appearance he’d kept secret even from his wife.
“Look, you guys,” Jilly continued, addressing their menagerie with the kind of reverence usually reserved for discussing sacred texts. “Papa is about to give the performance of a lifetime, and oh, here he comes..."
His wife's expression turned dreamy. “Just look at him. He’s not creepy at all. He’s just... yearning.”
Guy’s amusement died.
Yearning?
“I mean, technically he’s watching her without permission,” Jilly continued, apparently conducting a full legal defense to their pets. “But it’s understandable. He’s broken and lonely and he just wants to be loved, you know?”
"Are you actually rationalizing the actions of a stalker to our babies?"
Jilly jumped in surprise at the sound of her husband's voice, and she could feel her cheeks turning red as she whirled around and saw his narrowed gaze. "G-Guy?" Wasn't he supposed to be home much later?
Her husband crossed his arms over his chest. "You were saying about my character being broken?"
"Oh, um...he is, isn't he?"
"And you think that's enough to excuse everything he's done?"
"No, of c-course not," she stammered. "It's just..." She looked at him uncertainly. "You're not really jealous over your own character. Right?"
He actually was, but since he had no plans of admitting this...
"I think this is more of a question of how you'd feel, if I became my character in real life."
"What do you—Guy!"
Jilly could only gasp in shock when he suddenly scooped her up into his arms.
"Guy, put me down!"
"No."
"This is crazy—"
"The opposite, actually, since what I have in mind isn't appropriate for our babies to witness."
When he put it that way, didn't that mean...
Oh dear.
He had indeed carried her back to their bedroom, and Jilly's heart was already racing as her husband settled her back on her feet.
"Um..."
Jilly's bemusement grew as her husband settled into the armchair next to the window like he was about to watch a... oh.
Surely not...
I mean...
But when she saw the glint in her husband's blue eyes—
Oh dear.
"Since you're such a fan of voyeurism and stalking—"
"It's not like that!"
"How about showing me what's so romantic about it," her husband purred.
Jilly’s mouth went dry. “You’re not serious.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
No.
He definitely doesn’t look like he’s joking.
He looks like a man who’s about to prove a point, and I’m about to be the demonstration.
"Start with the clothes, sweetheart."
"G-Guy—"
"And I want you to look at me while taking everything off, one by one...slowly."
Jilly knew the wisest thing to do now would be to run away, but instead...she found herself doing exactly what her husband asked.
"That's it..."
Her dress pooled around her feet, followed by her lacy underwear...
"Don't cover anything," her husband ordered.
Until she was standing in front of him.
Shaking.
Completely exposed to his gaze.
And so, so shamefully wet for his touch.
"If I were a stranger," Guy asked thickly, "and you caught me watching you...what would you say?"
"If you were the stranger, I w-wouldn't even think...I'd a-ask w-what you wanted me to do—"
Guy was out of his chair in a flash, and the next thing she knew, Jilly's back was up against the wall, and all she could do was gasp as he surged inside her without warning.
"You s-said you'd only w-watch!"
"Watching is overrated," her husband growled.
And she could only agree, with the way her husband now filling her with his thick, hard heat, plunging deeper and deeper into her, faster and faster, harder and harder until... aaaah!
The End
Thank you for reading The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife.
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This truly means so much! I hope you'll also be glad to know that many of the characters you've met here have their own books out.
You can read Her Irresistible Husband for Star and Wynd as well as The Rancher's Second Choice Wife for Valerian and Poppy.
Thank you so much again. You guys are one of God's greatest blessings to us!
Until our next journey,
Marian Tee