EPILOGUE - ENZO
I was excited to be back in New York with Cindy, and even though it had been a year, and I was officially crowned the King Majesty of Aramis, there was more important business to tend to than making appearances at the charity galas.
“Did you have any luck?” I asked Esme and Cindy as they returned to the car from their shopping day. I had gone to do a bit of shopping of my own and had left the ladies at the bridal shop.
“Cindy found her dress.” Esme wore a big grin.
“I still don’t understand why we had to come all the way back home to New York just to find a dress when I could have any dress you’d want custom-made for you at the castle.” She’d insisted we return for the occasion and then hadn’t let me attend the shopping with her.
“Because I’ve always dreamt of shopping in New York for my wedding dress. It’s not like I expected to marry a King.”
“You should have dreamed bigger. I can’t help it if your fantasies were simpler than my reality.” I gave her a nudge, and she rolled her eyes playfully. “Where is it?”
“Being fitted. Besides, you’re not allowed to see it.”
“Not allowed to see it? Are you going to poke my eyes out on our wedding day?” I smiled at my daughter who rolled her eyes in the same manner as Cindy. The two had spent so much time together lately that they were beginning to act the same.
“Daddy, you can’t see the bride’s dress before she comes down the aisle to you. It’s a tradition.”
“I’m the King; perhaps I’ll change that tradition. I want to see it.” The two weren’t giving in and shook their heads and laughed.
Esme took out her phone as Cindy lay her head on my shoulder. “We had a fun day, and you’ll be surprised on our wedding day.”
“I’d rather you leave the surprises for our wedding night,” I whispered in her ear.
“Hello, your child is sitting right here.” Esme gestured to herself and made a face. “At least let me find my ear buds before you start that mushy talk.” She dug in her bag and then looked up and bit her lip like she did when she was thinking hard about something. “They aren’t in my bag, Cindy.”
“Maybe they’re here in the seat.” Cindy had let Esme ride beside me on the way to the shops, so she searched down in the seats of my car.
She made a face and then pulled something out. “What’s this?” Her mouth popped open, and she met my eyes. The object was a heel from a pair of pumps I’d found at a club about a year earlier.
“That’s been there a while. Lucas picked it up at a club one night.” I held up my hands defensively and hoped she’d realized I hadn’t had a moment away from to pick up women.
“Why did he pick it up?” She turned it in her fingers studying it.
“There was this incident at a club, and I had seen this beautiful woman, so I had him go—”
“The reporter,” said Cindy. “He knocked into me, and I lost my balance and broke my heel. This is mine.” She closed her eyes. “That’s where I’d seen Greg Levinas before. I didn’t see you there.”
“I knew I knew you from somewhere. You thought I was fresh, but I was right all along.”
“What a crazy coincidence,” she said turning the heel in her fingers.
“It’s fate.” I leaned over and kissed her as Esme let out a frustrated breath.
“I found it!” she screamed pulling the long cord out of her coat pocket. Then she shoved her buds in and turned to the window as I went in for another kiss from my future bride.
“I can’t believe that. All this time and we never put it together.”
“All that matters is that we found each other. I won’t picky about how. I’d not change one single thing about our story.”
“Me either.” I held her close as we drove back to the estate and she brought the heel into the house with her.
“You’re keeping it?” I took it from her, and she snatched it back with a grin.
“Are you kidding? I still have the pumps, and after they’re fixed, I’m going to wear them to our wedding.” I wasn’t about to ask her why she had a pair of broken shoes, that was my Cindy.
“Good thing I know a cobbler. I’ll have it sent immediately.”
“What’s a cobbler, Daddy? Isn’t that pie?” Esme scrunched her nose.
Cindy brushed back Esme’s hair. “It’s a person who makes and repairs shoes, but the term is a little outdated.”
Esme shrugged and scampered off to her room.
Cindy turned and tossed the heel into the air and caught it. “The perks of being King.” She let out a little sigh and giggled.
“Yes, if you consider mending used shoes for my bride a perk. Most would think I’m a cheap bastard.”
“Maybe I should call Greg Levinas and tell him about it. That’d be a good spin for him.” She brought her arms around me and kissed my frown.
“Not funny. For that I should I should take you to my royal bed and punish you for threatening the King.” I leaned down and kissed her neck and worked my way down to her breasts.
“Maybe you should do it with your royal cock, Your Majesty.” She reached down and gripped me through my pants.
“I think that can be arranged. You know me and my perks, and when you’re queen, you’ll have all the same perks.” She rolled her eyes and let out another giggle as I nipped at her earlobe.
She hadn’t always liked me spoiling her, but she would adapt. I took her hand and led her upstairs, checking on Esme along the way who was curled up on her bed reading a comic with her ear buds in place.
I let Cindy into our room and shut the door behind me. Then I turned around and crossed my arms. “Take off your clothes.”
She smiled and stepped back to where I’d have a good view and slipped her skirt up a bit to pull her panties down. She stepped out of them and tossed them to me. I picked them up and crumpled them in my fist and breathed in her scent. “Mm. Intoxicating. More. Now.” She reached behind her and slowly undid the zipper of her dress and let it fall. Then she picked it up and tossed it over the chair beside her. She was left in her bra and heels, so, she reached between her breasts to pop the clasp. Her breasts spilled out, and after she had shrugged free of the fabric, she cupped them, pushing them together and pinching her nipples.
I motioned for her to turn and he did, spinning a slow circle so I could take her in.
I walked to the chair and sat. “Kneel before your King. I want to fuck those gorgeous tits.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Her voice was an octave lower than usual as she walked forward and dropped to her knees, cupping her breasts together.
I leaned my hips forward, and she scooted closer, taking my cock into her hands. They felt so smooth against my erection that I almost asked her for a hand job, but then she licked her lips, and I knew how hot that mouth was. “Fuck it, baby.”
She leaned forward and brought her tits around my cock, pressing them on each side and moving them up and down. After a moment, she tucked her chin, and as I slowly fucked her tits, she worked her mouth on my head, licking and slurping as I ran my fingers through her hair.
“You’re so good to me, Cindy. I love you so much.”
“Anything for my King, Enzo. And I love you too.” I closed my eyes and lay my head back knowing that she’d give me anything I asked and being completely content just to have her near.