Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
When she lifts the dress over her head and tosses it to the floor, my heart stops.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Zara.”
Her long black hair cascades down her back, and her long lashes flutter. Goddamn, how did I get this lucky with her? How did I end up with this woman?
My thoughts freeze the moment Zara wraps a hand around my cock and slowly sinks onto me.
“Alec…”
My fingers dig into her thighs as she begins riding me, rotating her hips and grinding on my cock. I can’t sit up to lick her tits, so I just do the next best thing—one hand kneading her tit and pinching her nipple, the other wrapping around her neck.
The vision of her bobbing up and down my lap, her hands running along her skin, will be stored in my memory forever.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Alec!”
Zara goes rigid and her legs shake, her teeth sinking down her bottom lip. I lift my hips to bury myself deeper, only needing three thrusts before I spurt my come inside her.
As she collapses beside me, eyes still glassy and face glowing, she plants small kisses along the right side of my face, trailing her lips along my scar. “I love you, Alec. I love all of you.”
I turn to kiss her lips softly and smile. “And I love you, Zara. Every inch of you.”
EPILOGUE
ZARA
Alec and I finally, FINALLY, moved into an apartment building where the elevator worked. It was actually a whole lot fancier than what I was used to, but it had a swimming pool and gym. Not that I’d ever use the latter unless I was being blackmailed. But the pool was a nice touch.
And the best part was we didn’t have to shell out any money to furnish it. His brothers gave us gift cards, and I went crazy with the furniture. I would’ve felt guilty if not for the fact that I chose all the bespoke ones and still had enough money to decorate a second apartment.
Huh. So they are that loaded.
Jasper even had a special request—that I buy all the state-of-the-art kitchen appliances. That was his way of asking me to bake regularly. In fact, each time he saw me at their office, the first thing he would do was take a peek in my bag to see if I brought anything for him.
And despite Alec’s half-hearted protests, I continued to work at the hospital. Of course, he drove me to and fro for every shift, glaring at anyone who dared to smile too sweetly at me.
God, how cute.
Meanwhile, he and his brothers are still searching for Jackson.
After the Seine House rescue operation, which was successful as they rescued more than 200 teens, they found several papers linking to him. I didn’t know what kind of voodoo tricks they did to locate him, but I knew they were closer. The increasing death threats proved they were on the right track.
Because of the stabbing incident, Alec insisted on having someone look after me. I agreed but only on the condition that they didn’t look obvious. The solution? Jameson sent me one lady bodyguard and the other who looked like your forgettable neighbor, like that Edward Norton actor.
I spot them outside the ER and only when Alec’s not around. They probably have the most boring work because all they do is wait for me to finish and follow me home, making sure I get inside safely.
I don’t mind, to be honest. Jackson scares me. Even after all these years, I find that terrified child lurking inside me whenever someone mentions his name.
He will get what he deserves. And it can’t come soon enough.
My eyelids flutter as I stir from my deep slumber, noticing the faint glow outside our floor-to-ceiling windows. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep, I see a figure standing motionless before the glass panes. It takes a few seconds for my groggy mind to register the silhouette as Alec, his open laptop glowing in one corner.
His shoulders are tense, hands clenched on his sides, as if he’s bracing himself against an unseen force.
What’s going on? Is it Jackson? Did something happen while I was asleep? Did his nightmares come back?
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and walk to him, my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.
His gaze is fixed outside, too lost in his own thoughts, and he doesn’t notice my approach.
I reach out, my tentative fingers grazing his arm. He goes rigid as a board before realizing it’s just me.
“Alec?” My voice is barely above a whisper.
He twists at the waist to face me. This close, his expression is a mixture of triumph and something else.
“Come back to bed, Alec.”
“I found him,” he murmurs. It’s so low that I almost don’t catch it. “I found him.”
“Found wh… Jackson?” I stand beside him, reaching for his hand. My heart lurches in my chest, chills all over my arms. “Have you told them yet?”