Epilogue – Amelia
8 Weeks Later
I burst into Brent’s dressing room, holding my white dress up so I won’t trip over it. “Brent!”
He turns from where he’s fixing his tie in the mirror. “Hey! The groom’s not supposed to see the bride before the wedding! It’s tradition!”
“Oh yeah? And what about us is traditional, really?” I laugh, and he joins in.
“True. What is it?” he asks, taking my hand.
“Oh, just some news to make this day even better.” I say, “I just saw Rosa, and she told me Jason and Violet got fired from the firm!”
“What? Really?!” Brent smiles. “That’s great, but…how? Did you kill someone? Blackmail someone? Because if you had some big secret plan and didn’t include me, I’m going to be upset.”
“It wasn’t me at all!” I laugh. “Remember Cindy, the new receptionist I told you about?”
Brent nods. “I met her. She’s really sweet.”
“Yeah, unless you try to sleep with her in the copy room.”
“What?!”
“Yeah…turns out I wasn’t the only one that Jason tried to double-dip on. He came on to Cindy…aggressively, and she hit him so hard with a ream of paper that he has two black eyes. Styles heard about it, and fired him on the spot!”
“And Violet?”
“Oh! She got so mad when she heard what happened, she went after Jason in the hallway. Full on Thunderdome-style throwdown, apparently. Didn’t end well for either of them.”
Brent grins, then kisses me. “If that isn’t the nicest cherry on top of the day, I don’t know what will be.”
I press myself against him. “We still have some time before the ceremony. I can think of something…”
Brent wraps his arms around my waist. “You really think we have time?” I answer him with another deep kiss.
BAM. The dressing room door bursts open, revealing Rosa in her bridesmaid’s dress. “There you are! Quit riding your fiancée long enough to make it official, would you?! Everyone’s waiting!” With that, she’s off down the hallway.
“Well, I guess that’s it then.” I sigh. “Rosa’s word is law.”
“Hang on,” Brent says. “Is that how it’s going to be once we’re married, too?”
I just look at him, the love of my life, and laugh.
A little while later, I’m walking down the aisle of the winery at Crystal Plaza. I can’t believe that Brent and I are getting married at the place we jokingly visited together. But it all seems very fitting.
Rosa’s up there, and the foster child that she and Sam brought in is standing beside her as our flower girl. She’s five years old and simply adorable. And Rosa is happy to be her foster mom. It turns out she knows how to be responsible, when it counts. Maybe I was just afraid to let my carefree friend turn into the mother she wanted to become. Before taking my vows with Brent, I vow silently to never doubt Rosa again and always cheer her on.
Nikki’s up front too, dressed in a pantsuit and vest as the Best Woman. And there’s Brent, beaming a happy smile at me. For a long time now, we’d been pretending we were actually going to get married, but here we are actually doing it.
When it comes time to say our vows, all I can do is look into his handsome eyes and feel so happy that he’s mine. He’s helped me work through a lot of things, and accepted me as I am. I hope I’ve done the same for him.
We talk about this in our vows, and smile at each other the whole way through. And then at the end, Brent says this:
“I promise to always sample wedding cake with you.”
Then he winks and whispers into my ear, “And off of you.”
The minister pronounces us husband and wife, Rosa and Nikki and all our guests cheer, and just like that, we’re real married, after pretending to be engaged for so long. I’m so glad it’s official. I can’t wait for my husband to fulfill his promise of licking icing off me. And for everything else the future has in store for us.
The end.
Thank you for reading and for your support.
Can’t get enough Amelia and Brent? , a steamy bonus steamy read exclusive to members of Eva Luxe’s Luxurious Reads and Juliana Conners’ Jules News and Sizzling Hot Reads.
. Thank you.
If you would like to send me private feedback, my email address is .
.
Love, Eva
Copyright © 2018 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners. All Rights Reserved.
Published by
The sun was shining brightly into my office, on what would otherwise look like a good day. But something was weighing heavily on my mind. Something was wrong. I couldn’t put a finger on it, and I went through countless amounts of paper work to find it. Nothing. Hmm.
I ran a hand through my thick hair, and then down my trim stomach. At least I was fortunate enough to still have these physical attributes, I thought, trying to cheer myself up.
Maybe this success just had me feeling cautious. It wasn’t all that long ago that I’d been in a car accident and then a fucking coma, after all— and at one point the doctors didn’t think I was going to make it. I ended up proving them wrong, but when I came out I was barely able to walk again for a long time.
Now I was a wealthy business man with my own company that specialized in business consultation with a touch of tech qualities. We were owning the market, and it was a growing one, too.
It only made sense that I would be questioning my success, after my near death. I had to remind myself that everything was going just fine. More than fine, in fact. Things were going fucking great.
Benson, my business partner and friend, was great at the consultation part of the business, and I was good at the finance part. After I had received the money from my injury years ago, I put it to good use.
Of course, that was all done with some help from Willow’s new husband.
“Sam!” Benson sang, swinging into the door, his jacket swaying around much like his tie. I leaned back in my chair, amused at his happiness. “Sam, I got the best news ever, we just struck it big, we struck it big!” he sung again.
He did a small dance over to my small liquor cabinet and pulled out the best whiskey I had, followed by two shot glasses.
“It has to be good if you’re cracking open the whiskey at noon,” I said, leaning onto my desk. I studied him closely. He was more than happy, he was elated, on cloud nine. This meant one thing with Benson: the promise of money. A shit load of it.
“What is it? Anticipation is fatal these days,” I said, grinning.
Benson slid the two shot glasses onto my desk and sloshed the brown sour liquid into them. The smell quickly wafted up and a flash went through my head.
“Why do I drink such evil liquid? The man who hit me was drunk…?”
“Drink up, old pal. We’re rich as hell now!” Benson exclaimed, downing his shot.
I pushed mine aside, swallowing at the haunted thoughts that still followed me ever since the car crash. Benson raised a brow and reached for it.
“More for me.” He downed the shot and sat back with a wider smile than any I’d ever seen on him. Anymore and he was going to break his own damn face.
“Now out with it. What’s with the good mood?” I asked, glancing at the clock and my computer for new emails. I had things to get done today but Benson appeared to be trying everything in his power to hinder those plans.
Benson leaned over in his seat. His face got serious as if he was about to tell me the world’s biggest secret. “Remember John Gallock?”
“Yes, one of the oldest billionaires in town… what about him?”
“He’s coming with us!” Benson shot out of his seat, slamming his hands on my desk. “Merging his business with ours, in the form of a bunch of contracts he’s letting us take over.”
“Coming with us? Via contracts?” I repeated. “Wait, back up. Give me the full details.” I felt myself rising out of my seat too.
Benson whipped around and pumped his fist. “A two hundred billion dollar contract is gonna be ours!” he cheered.
“Two hundred billion dollars? But you said ‘gonna’… Is he coming with us or not?”
Benson turned to me. “Yes! He’s coming in two weeks to sign it.”
I rubbed my forehead. It was as if the wind had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t like our company struggled with gaining contracts. But this was a windfall. This was going to boost our reputation and popularity wildly. This time we were going to turn down contracts because of high demand.
Wait until Willow heard about this. Both her and her husband would be ecstatic.
Only thing was… I wished that I had someone of my own to run home and tell. Benson had his girlfriend, Willow had her husband, and me? Who did I have? I was single, an eligible bachelor.
But who would want to marry a man who walked with a fucking cane? Gold diggers maybe. But I wasn’t going to be one of those lonely types who was outwardly willing to pay for company. I was starving for the real thing. However, this disability of mine was in the way. Not even good looks on my part was helping me out.
I felt my body posture slump. Benson did a double take and frowned. He already knew about my wants, too. He hardly even talked about his own relationship around me, afraid that he might insult or hurt me. Even right now, he seemed to be reading my mind.
“Sam, I know you wish you had a family to share your financial success with. But it’s gonna be okay. You’ll have a family one day. Any girl in their right mind would be happy to marry into all this money, not to mention those dashing good looks all the ladies always go on about. Your dark hair and dark eyes and toned body and blah blah blah. So, love will come. Just wait and see. In the meantime, you can always dry your tears with a big fat hundred dollar bill,” he told me, slapping me on the back.
“Yeah, but I want more than that.” I reached for my cane at the speed of a slug. Days like this that were bright and joyful weren’t all too joyful for me.
The sun shifted in the sky, casting a more saturated hue over the room than the bright white that had been here before. I had such a good view in this office. If only I had someone to share it with. I forced a smile on my face, so that Benson didn’t get too worried.
“So, two hundred billion dollars. That’s a lot. Two weeks should be enough time to—” a thought hit me… “Wait. You said John Gallock, right?” I scratched my chin. That name was familiar. I dug through my memory to see if anything would turn up.
Benson was tense, not even moving. “Yeah. Gallock. Look, don’t worry about it. He’s good for it—”
“No, I think I do remember him.” I raised my eyes to Benson. Shit. “John Gallock is that man who so-called funds one of the biggest churches in this town…”
Benson lifted up his hands and motioned for me to stop. “Come on, he isn’t—”
“And, the last I heard,” I walked over to Benson, balancing on my cane, “he only funds things where the CEOs are married. Hitched. A bright happy couple. He’s all about family values. And forcing other people to have his same values, if they want any of his money.”
Benson shot me an awkward smile. “About that…” he stammered, looking for a way out of this. Oh no. Hell no.
“Benson! What the hell did you say to that man to get him to come to us?!”
“Well, come on. There are many fine women you can grab for a quick—”
“A one-marriage-stand? Those don’t exist. That won’t work!” I yelled.
Damn it, why did he have to be so slimy sometimes? Benson was a good friend, but he was too sneaky for my liking.
“How the hell am I going to find a temporary wife?” I hissed.
Benson straightened his shoulder and exhaled. “Oh, come on. You know me well enough to know I’ve got it all figured out…”
Great. Leave it to Benson to create a problem for me, and then try to solve it. I had a feeling that whatever he had in mind for me was going to be fucking insane.