Epilogue

Milo

One year later

 

 

“Are you sure you want to do this on New Year’s?” I asked her one last time.

“Yes. What better way to ring in a new year than with a new name?” she asked with a smile. “Plus, I’m on break, you have a few days off, and Vanessa is available to stay with the girls.”

“And you promise I get you all to myself?” I grinned, waggling my eyebrows.

“Absolutely. No curious little girl. No hungry, crying baby. No one but you and me.”

I nodded. “If you’re sure. I mean, I kind of wanted a big wedding.”

She rolled over and kissed me. “You are such a liar.”

“I would go through a big wedding it if you wanted it. I would love to see you in a beautiful white gown, strolling down the aisle.”

Her mouth dropped to my bare chest. “I could wear white on our wedding night, but it wouldn’t be a gown. I was thinking a little bit of satin and lace. And I mean very little.”

I moaned at the thought of her in a sexy bit of lingerie. It had been a long time since we had the chance to have a lot of fun. Well, that kind of fun. With the new baby, things had been very busy for both of us.

“I could get into that. Can I pick it out?”

“Yes.”

“Mommy?” Ainsley’s voice was a splash of cold water on the moment.

Liza’s head popped up from under the blankets where she had been making a steady trail down my body with her tongue. “What’s up?” she asked.

If she was frustrated, she didn’t let it show. I, on the other hand, was going to be feeling the frustration all day. My balls were going to be blue, again.

“Two days,” I groaned. “Two days. I can wait.”

Liza sighed. “I’m glad you can. I don’t know if I can.”

I gave her a quick kiss and threw the blankets off.

“I’m hungry,” Ainsley whined.

“I’m coming,” Liza said, yawning as she put on her slippers.

I joined them in the kitchen a few minutes later and helped myself to a bowl of cereal. The kitchen had finally been finished a few weeks ago. It had taken the longest, but I was very pleased with the results.

“I see you admiring your handiwork,” Liza said, looking at me and smiling.

“It looks good. You have to admit it looks like a professional did it.”

“It does. I love it. I’m glad I finally agreed to let you make it bigger. I didn’t think I needed a bigger kitchen, but this is much nicer. I love the quartz countertops. So pretty!”

I smiled and puffed up with pride. It had been a labor of love. I wanted her to have the kitchen of her dreams. She kept trying to settle for good enough, but that wouldn’t work for me. I wanted it to be spectacular.

“The cottage is almost done. We should be able to move Vanessa in early next month. I have the carpet people coming out today. Then a few final touches and it will be ready for her,” I informed her.

“Really? That soon?”

“I wanted it done before you went back to work, but with the holidays, the inspectors couldn’t get out here in time.”

“She’s going to be so excited. I’m going to be so excited! Thank you so much for doing this for her,” she said, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Of course. She is a good lady, and I want to help her. And, she’ll be helping us, by watching the girls when things get crazy in the fall.”

I watched as my future wife walked over to me. She had lost all the baby weight in what I thought was record time. She was still convinced she had a few more pounds to lose, but I thought she was perfect just the way she was.

“The baby’s crying,” Ainsley announced, as if neither of us heard the wailing.

“I’ll get her,” I said, quickly getting up. I was anxious to see my little girl.

I picked her up and cradled her close against me, inhaling the scent of her. I had never known it was possible to love a human you had never met until I held my infant daughter in my arms that first time. My heart had practically exploded right there in the delivery room. It was that moment that I felt as if all the stars and the moon had aligned in perfect harmony.

“She’s going to be so spoiled, isn’t she?” Liza asked softly from the doorway.

“No more than Ainsley,” I quipped.

She giggled. “We’re going to have to build another room just to house their toys. You know you don’t have to buy them something every time you travel, right?”

“Yes, I do. I want them to know I’m thinking of them all the time, even when I’m away.”

“They know. You’re a great Daddy. These girls know how much you love them,” she said, coming to stand beside me as I stared down into my baby’s eyes.

According to Liza, she had the same shock of red hair and big blue eyes that Ainsley had been born with. I thought she was the prettiest baby in the world and made sure to tell everyone.

“Dad’s coming by in a bit. He wants to see us before we leave tomorrow. If you got this under control, I’m going to go shower.”

“Liza,” I said, stopping her before she left the room. “I’m going to add another room to the house.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Okay, why?”

“For my son when he’s born. He’s going to want his own room,” I said, with my most charming smile.

Her eyes bulged out. “I just had that baby three months ago, and you’re already thinking of another!”

I nodded. “Yep. And we don’t want him to be the only boy in a house full of sisters, so he’s going to need a brother.”

She backed out of the room. “That’s it; I’m getting on the pill.”

“You know you want my babies!” I shouted, scaring the baby in my arms and sending her into a crying fit.

I was laughing as I brought her up to my shoulder to soothe her.

The next morning was a flurry of activity. It was New Year’s Eve, and we were headed to Vegas. I had chartered a private jet, not wanting to deal with the hustle and bustle of busy airports and cramped flights. We knew we were heading to the busiest place in the country on New Year’s Eve, but she had insisted.

“Are you ready?” I asked her.

“I’m going to miss them,” she whispered, standing in the doorway, waving goodbye to our daughters.

“We’ll see them in a couple of days. Vanessa is going to take very good care of them. Aren’t you Vanessa?”

“Yes, I am,” she beamed. “I am absolutely fine. I have never felt better. You can trust they are going to be just fine.”

Liza sighed. “Okay, call if you need anything.”

“I will, but we’ll be okay. Go, have fun and don’t do anything too wild,” she winked.

Once the door closed behind us, I leaned down close to her ear. “I’m going to do everything wild. I hope you are ready to be naked for the next two days.”

“We’re on a private jet, right?” she asked with a sly smile.

“Don’t do that to me. My dick is so hard already I can barely walk,” I groaned.

She giggled and climbed into the waiting car. I paid her back on the way to the airport. I left her hot, wet and needy as the driver kept his eyes on the road.

Once in Vegas, we found the chapel we had booked for our wedding and did the deed.

“We just got married by Elvis!” she laughed, as we walked out of the chapel. “I cannot believe that happened. Never in a million years did I predict that would be my wedding day.”

“I can’t say it was exactly what I had in mind, but now that it’s done, I think it was awesome. It is going to give us a story to tell our grandkids.”

“Let’s worry about grandkids later. I want to get back to our room. I have a little something to show you,” she teased.

I looked at her, then the white dress she was wearing. I felt my cock jump to attention. “You’re wearing it?” I croaked out.

The sultry look she gave me told me all I needed to know. My arm shot into the air to hail a taxi. I grabbed her hand and pushed her into the first cab that stopped.

She giggled. “In a hurry?”

I shot her a look of pure fire and lust. I could feel passion coursing through my veins. “I want to make love to my wife.”

She blushed. “Wife. I can’t believe I’m a wife.”

“My wife,” I growled.

The taxi stopped in front of our hotel, and I practically dragged her inside and to the elevator. I was feeling very animalistic and couldn’t wait to get to our suite and pull that dress off of her. I pushed the button on the elevator and stepped back to look at her, imagining what was underneath.

“Do I have to be gentle with the dress?” I asked, feeling an intense need to rip it from her body.

She looked down at the rather plain dress and then back at me. “We have pictures. It isn’t like our girls are going to wear it on their wedding days. I want them to be dressed like princesses.”

I nodded my head, not giving a shit about what they would or wouldn’t wear. The elevator dinged and I used my hand to force the doors open quicker.

My hands were shaking so badly I fumbled with the keycard.

“Give it to me,” she said, taking it from my hand and smoothly opening the door.

I growled and pushed her inside, my hands already on the back of the dress and tearing it open.

She spun around in shock. I was already pulling off my own clothes as well. She pushed the torn dress off her shoulders but held it up with one arm across her chest. I paused, my shirt off and my pants hanging open.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse.

“Slow down.”

“Liza,” I snarled.

She shook her head and took a couple steps back. “Are you ready?” her voice was low and sultry.

I nodded my head up and down so fast I made myself dizzy. “Yes. Now!”

She moved her arm and let the gown drop. My eyes followed the gown as it slid down her body, revealing the lacy corset that had open bra cups. Her tits spilled over the top, her nipples erect. The garter sat above the tiniest bit of lace shaped in a triangle.

“Turn around.”

She kicked the gown to the side and slowly turned. The V-string panties hid nothing. When she turned to face me again, I was speechless and horny as hell. I stared at her for several long seconds before I sprang into action, shucking my pants and lunging for her.

I grabbed her and picked her up, walking to the small table in the entryway. I sat her on the table, stepped between her legs and pushed the scrap of lace to the side to make way for my fingers.

“I’m going to fuck you here, there and everywhere in this room,” I breathed out, my lips hovering over hers.

“This is a really big suite. You better get started,” she whispered, before nibbling my bottom lip.

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Lexi

 

I pushed back from the computer for a moment, taking a deep breath as I stared out the window. At some point, the sky had gotten overcast, a perfect reflection of the turmoil that had been building within me over the course of the morning. Now, my presentation for Orinoco was almost finished, and I was practically vibrating from how nervous I was.

It wasn't as though Albright was asking me to sell our company to Orinoco, that was the thing. They were simply asking me to put on a presentation and to state the facts. That shouldn't make me this worried. But a buyout by Orinoco, this huge online retailer that was snapping up its competition piece by piece, was a huge deal for us.

As though summoned by my roiling thoughts, Chuck knocked on the edge of my doorframe. “How you doing, trooper?” he asked, using his nickname for me.

Most people in the building didn't make the trek over to my office very often, but Chuck always swung by with muffins or a bit of advice. At first, I'd thought he was hitting on me, but he'd never asked me out, and I'd come to accept that it was just him being friendly and welcoming to his coworkers. I appreciated that.

I rolled my eyes and gestured towards the computer screen. “Almost done with this thing, at least. Then I'll just have to present the thing without looking like a total idiot.”

“I'm sure you'll do fine,” Chuck said, smiling warmly at me. “Do they know who Orinoco is sending as its representatives?”

“That's just it,” I groaned. “They've decided that this is too big an acquisition for them to send representatives. Instead, they're sending none other than their CEO!”

“Andrew Goldwright is coming?” Chuck asked sharply, looking suddenly even more interested.

“Yeah,” I said miserably. “Do you know him?”

“I know of him,” Chuck said cautiously. He whistled lowly. “That's big. Goldwright hardly ever deigns to talk to mere mortals. I wonder what it is about this deal that's got him so interested.”

“Oh, I don't know,” I said sarcastically. “Maybe something to do with the giant bonus that he'll be taking home if he manages to merge our companies? You haven't seen the numbers, maybe, but we're talking big.”

“Hmm,” Chuck mused. “I still think it's strange that he's involved.”

“What do you know about him anyway?” I asked. “I've done a little bit of research, once we knew that he was coming, but I didn't have time to do much in-depth digging. There seems to be a lot of anger around his rise to CEO, but I'm not really sure what the underlying cause is.”

“There's a lot of mistrust there,” Chuck said, looking as though he was choosing his words carefully. “And I share in the distaste that some people have for him. Orinoco has a reputation for being a ruthless company, as I'm sure you're aware, and Andrew Goldwright is viewed as just another of the guys in the company who have absolutely no moral scruples. And beyond that, the guy's business sense leaves something to be desired.”

“How so?” I asked. “I wasn't able to find any record of failed takeovers or scandals or anything else that we could use as leverage against them.”

“Maybe not, but that doesn't mean there isn't a heady amount of nepotism at the core of the company,” Chuck said grimly. “Goldwright only got his position because Daddy Goldwright was ready to retire to the Bahamas with some bimbo half his age. This all happened a few years ago when Goldwright Jr. was barely even out of business school.”

“I read about all of that,” I said, frowning. “But still, Andrew Goldwright has clearly had a positive impact on the company. Sure, his father created the company and made it a sizable player in the online retail industry. But it wouldn't be where it was today without the shrewd, and sometimes ruthless, tactics of the son.”

“Maybe so, but underneath it all, I have a feeling that Goldwright is exactly what you'd expect from someone with his upbringing: a spoiled and petty brat. Some rude guy who would never have been able to cut it if he'd had to start at the bottom and schmooze his way up.”

I grinned at Chuck. “Is that what you're doing here?” I asked teasingly. “Just trying to schmooze your way to the top?”

“Isn't that what we're all doing?” Chuck responded, his tone equally teasing. But then, his look turned serious again. “You know I'm here because Albright feels like a family,” he said. “I chose this job because I interviewed with Melinda, and she made me feel like I would be a valuable asset to the company. Because she made me feel like she valued my time and valued me as an individual. I'm afraid we're going to lose all of that, if Orinoco takes over.” He paused. “Scratch that, I know we're going to lose all of that if Orinoco takes over.”

I shifted uncomfortably. “To be honest, I haven't thought through what the buyout means for the company,” I admitted. “My job is just to give them the facts of it. It's for my higher-ups to make the decisions on what's best for the company.”

Chuck frowned. “It's rare that a buyout doesn't result in some sort of reorganization, and reorganization tends to mean that people lose their jobs.”

“True,” I agreed. “But I have a pretty specialized position as an insurance analyst. They can't replace me with just anyone. And what's more, there's no real reason for them to want to replace me. I don't get paid all that well, so it's not like I'm sapping up company resources, and I do my job well and turn in my reports on time. That's all they could be looking for, isn't it?”

“It's all about loyalty,” Chuck insisted. “Besides, you can't tell me that you don't like the relatively laid-back corporate culture that we currently have. Being able to wear whatever you want in the privacy of your office. Having an office where, for all your higher-ups know, you could be browsing social media all day. Knowing all your higher-ups by name and going out with them for drinks on Fridays. Things like that. None of that is going to exist with Orinoco.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because that's not the way companies like that operate,” Chuck said, shaking his head. “I used to work for a company that was similar to Orinoco in some respects. Very cutthroat. Every man for himself. It's not a fun place to come to work in the mornings. I can tell you that much.”

I laughed. “Chuck, we work in an office. And sure, we may both love the people that we're working here with, and it might not be the harsh office environment that some companies promote, but at the same time, it's not all about fun. Do you honestly think Orinoco is going to change us that much? They probably won't even care what the company workplace is like, as long as we keep increasing our bottom line profits.”

“I wouldn't be so sure.” Chuck sighed. “As much as I'd like to believe that they won't care about anything more than the profits, I think that it's precisely because they care about the profits that they'll care about the company. They'll view it as modifying our work ethic. Streamlining things. Promoting company loyalty.”

“Well, even if that eventually does happen, that's nothing that I need to worry about today,” I said, wishing I could sound as firm as I wanted to. “All I have to worry about today is giving this presentation and getting all the facts across.”

“Watch out for Goldwright, though,” Chuck advised.

I rolled my eyes. “Watch out for what?” I asked. “Sure, his business practices may be ruthless, but that's something for the supervisors to consider when they're thinking about the trade. It's not like he's going to get up in the middle of my presentation and do something. I'm more worried that I'm going to say something stupid or mess something up with one of my slides.”

“Just, remember that Andrew Goldwright has something of a reputation,” Chuck said slowly, and from the look he was giving me, he was trying to hint at something more than the man's business reputation.

I laughed. “Relax,” I said. “I appreciate your looking out for me, but I'm sure Andrew isn't going to do anything that could jeopardize this takeover. He's not stupid, no matter what you seem to believe.”

“I never said he was stupid,” Chuck muttered.

“Lacking in business sense, then, or whatever it was you said.” I smiled a little at him. “Chuck, don't worry about me. I'm a big girl. I'm sure I can handle whatever it is that he throws at me. As long as he doesn't ask me to stand on my head and recite the last ten years of tax returns or anything like that!”

“I doubt he'll do that,” Chuck said, finally cracking a smile. “I'll take you out to lunch afterward. How does that sound?”

“We're having lunch catered in during the meeting,” I said apologetically. “But maybe we could get drinks later this week?”

“Sure, sure,” Chuck agreed. “Break a leg, trooper.”

I smiled and turned back toward my presentation. “Thanks,” I said, even though I was already typing in the final section of text.