Epilogue Rey
Five Years Later
“Damn, princess, you look fucking edible in that tux. It makes me want to take you apart.”
I go to wrap my arms around Wild’s middle but he batted me away as he continued to fiddle with his hair in the mirror.
“Yeah, you can’t touch me, Rey. Otherwise I’m going to be late, and it’s a bad look for the Man of Honor to be late.”
I chuckled under my breath but backed off, because he was likely right. Five years later, and I still couldn't resist this man. But being late to his own mom’s wedding would not be good.
I couldn’t believe that Alana, Wild’s mom was remarrying, but I was so happy for her. I had even met her new husband a few times and he seemed like a great guy. Wild liked him, and I couldn’t remember Alana being this happy before.
We had all decided that it was probably best if I didn’t come today. Things were better between Alana and I than they were when Wild first told her about us. Not that she was ever rude or anything; we were always civil. But it was fucking awkward, and we avoided each other as much as possible. I understood. The situation was weird, and she didn’t even know the half of it.
As time went on and she really got to see Wild and us as a couple, things got less awkward, and I began to attend family events again. But her wedding? Yeah, it was too much for all us, and I was more than happy to sit this one out.
Besides, unbeknownst to Alana, the hotel that the wedding party was spending the night at was the hotel that Wild and I spent our first night together. I had plans to meet Wild there after the wedding; some of the plans he knew about some he didn’t.
Finally my man looked away from the mirror and held out his arms to the side. “Well, how do I look?”
I growled under my breath and took a step toward him, stopping myself just in time. “You’re beautiful, Wild. You already know that. You look amazing.”
He grinned at me and wagged his eyebrows. “This suit is sexy, but I already can’t wait for you to take it off me later.”
I fisted my hands at my sides, already mentally making a tally sheet of all the times Wild teased me. I would pay him back later.
“You better go, princess, or I won’t give a fuck if you’re late or not.”
Wild bit his lip, looking way more innocent than he really was. He matured over the last five years, his face filling out and making him look older, but he’d always have that ethereal beauty that initially drew me to him.
“I’ll see you later?” He asked, as if he didn’t know.
“Yes. I’ll be at the hotel when you get there.”
He nodded and finally took a step toward me. He stood on his tiptoes to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and returned the kiss, careful to keep it quick and tame. “I’ll miss you.” He told me.
“I’ll miss you, too, princess. Now go.”
He rolled his eyes, “Yes, Daddy.” He quickly jumped out of the way and ran, laughing all the way to the living room as I tried to swat his ass.
Wild and I were still kinky as fuck in the bedroom, but our every day life was oddly domestic. He had graduated a couple years ago and now worked as a graphic designer for a marketing company in the city. He loved his job, and I loved seeing him succeed. We had moved out of my apartment and bought a house together that was closer to the city to lessen his commute. It had a front porch, and we made sure to keep our morning routine of coffee and cuddles as much as possible.
“I love you,” I called out as he slipped on his dress shoes, “Tell Alana I said congratulations.”
“I will. Love you, too.” He bounced up, giving me one more peck on the lips before finally leaving. I was happy she was getting a big wedding; her and I had just gotten married at the courthouse, and she never married Wild’s biological dad.
Once Wild left, I went back to the bedroom to get everything ready for tonight. I didn’t regret one thing about my relationship with Wild, and I couldn’t wait to remind him how it all began. Because no matter how much time passed, and how much Wild had grown to mean to me, he’d always be my slutty little princess.
The End