Epilogue

Rob

It’s May, and the baby is due in a few months. With Liz breaking into our home, it’s never been the same. It feels unsafe and dirty. Rebecca and I’ve been looking online for houses, but she tries to talk me out of the expensive ones. It’s not going to work though. I want a big house to have a full brood of children running around and fun places to fuck her in. There’s one place that she loved but refuses to go see it in person because it’s way more than the rest. I’ve scheduled a viewing of it today during my lunch. I would take her, but she’s only going to argue with me. Besides, I want it to be a surprise. I’m looking at my phone after it buzzes with a text from the realtor.

A knock on my door startles me, making me drop my phone. I pick it up, and the fucker is cracked. It fell onto the desk less than a foot. “Come in,” I shout out. I dropped this fucker down the stairs last week, and nothing happened. Total bullshit.

My grimace changes the second my wife, and temporary assistant comes in. Fuck, I growl when she comes in wearing a pretty green dress that shows off my handiwork. “Have I told you how sexy you look today, Mrs. Fuller?”

“Yes, you have, sir. I wanted to remind you that you have an appointment at twelve. I’m going to miss our special lunches,” she says, pouting prettily.

“Then I’m going to have to make it up to you at dinner tonight,” I mutter, my meaning laced in my words and gaze. I want her to sit on my face, or maybe have her spread out on the table for me to enjoy before I thrust my cock deep into her pussy.

“I’ll be waiting,” she moans, clenching her thighs together. I love how easily I can turn her on. Damn, I’m so fucking lucky to have her.

I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips gently before stepping back with a demand, “Don’t go out for lunch. Call it in.”

She scowls at me. “Why?”

“You know damn well I don’t like you leaving without me,” I grumble. It hasn’t been that long since everything has happened. The thought of someone coming after her drives me mental.

She brushes her hand across my jaw, then whispers sweetly, “I’m fine. Besides, James called and wants to do lunch with me since you’re busy.”

“Okay, well. That’s fine then. James will make sure you’re safe,” I concede. He’s really the only person I trust to protect her adequately. She has her own personal guards assigned to that task, but I’m just not over the past yet.

“I have like two damn bodyguards that you never let do their jobs,” she adds, looking for an argument.

“They are always doing their job. I just happen to be with you most of the time you’re outside.”

“I never go out without you,” she challenges me, but it’s not like I try to trap, isolate or even shelter her.

“That’s not true. You and Winter hang out at least once a week.”

“Yes, and we have an army of guards around us,” she complains, crossing her arms.

I shrug because the danger isn’t worth the risk. “Hey, most of those are from Mason. He freaks out about Winter, too. I can’t lose you. Don’t you understand that you’re everything to me?”

“I’m fine. You’re not going to lose me.” She lifts up on her toes and gives me a kiss then pulls back quickly.

“I’m going to have to go out. I dropped my phone right now, and it’s fucking shattered.” I wave it at her.

She takes it from me to examine it. There’s no saving it, I don’t have a visible screen. She gasps seeing the extent of the damage. I need my phone for so much, especially for this meeting. “Sorry. Did you need me to run that errand for you?”

“No, I’m going to go now and just get it done in twenty then head to my meeting,” I say. She may be my assistant and wife, but I’m not going to make her run my errands for me. I’m supposed to be catering to her.

“Okay. I love you. Have a good day,” she adds, sounding a bit miserable. Unable to handle her sadness, I pull her into my arms for another deep kiss.

“Be good. I love you, babe.”

I get my things, first heading to the store to get a replacement phone. Once I get it done, I call the realtor, telling her I’ll be there in thirty. I’m hoping that the house is everything it claims to be online. After an hour on the property, I know this is the home for us. The realtor starts talking about numbers, but all I can think about is dinner tonight with Rebecca as the main course and dessert.