Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Wyatt
Six weeks later…
We enter the offices as husband and wife without a care in the world. It feels great to have her at my side, knowing that she’s mine and only mine.
“How was the honeymoon, sir?” Rogers asks as we enter my building.
“Let’s just say I almost planned to retire, but Valentine would send me back to work after another week, I’m sure of it.”
“No, after two,” Val teases, nudging my side.
“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. King.” Williamson approaches with a smile on his face, and I instinctively slide my arm tighter around her waist. Six weeks of marriages and I’m still excited to hear her called Mrs. King, especially by my competition.
“Thank you,” Valentine says. “We have an extremely busy day. Mr. King’s schedule is packed, so if we have the files set up in the conference room by nine, that would be great. I’ll get the coffee and breakfast prepared for the meeting.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He heads to the elevators first while we speak to Rogers, and I get some information on the status of the building while I was gone. She takes my hand and leads me to the elevators away from my staff and hits the button before anyone else can join us.
“Wife, that was fucking sexy,” I growl, pinning her to the elevator wall.
“Yes, sir?” She gives me a saucy look, reaching for my cock and giving it a nice tug. She’s so fucking lucky that I stuffed her tight cunt before we entered the building because I still have a bit of self-control right now.
“Yes. It was very hot. Now, you’re going to get thoroughly fucked the second our day is over, but for now, like you said, we’re busy.”
“That’s fine.” She pats my cock and steps out from around me and exits the elevator. “Besides, I have work to do, and we’re having dinner with Jack and Petra tonight.” She taps her card on the sensor, unlocking the door.
I hold the office glass door open for her. “Sounds good, baby. Give me a kiss and I’ll let you get to work.”
She shakes her head and walks right past me. Scoffing, I grab my wife’s wrist and pull her back. “Mrs. King, is there a problem?”
“No, but I know the second your mouth is on me, we will have a problem.”
“I never see that as a problem.”
“That’s why I love you, Wyatt. You make me feel so special.”
“That’s because you are. You’re everything to me, Valentine. I wasn’t kidding when I told him about retiring. I love you so much you’re all I can think about.”
“Well, soon that will change.”
“Never.”
“Yes.” She presses my hand to her stomach and my brain processes what she’s telling me. Our family has already begun.
All meetings will be postponed for twenty minutes while I congratulate my wife privately in my office for the next twenty minutes with a special breakfast.
When we finally step out there’s a call from Rogers that I need to take. I’m about to grab it when Williamson smiles and informs me that he’s taken care of the breakfast as well as the rest of the setup. “Also, Mr. King, there is a man on the phone for Mrs. King as well.”
“Who?” I snarl, feeling irrationally jealous of every man that wants my wife’s attention even if it’s business related.
“It’s a Mr. Pernetti.”
“I’ll handle it, Wyatt.” She looks at my intern and asks, “Is it on the recorded line?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Excuse me.” She comes to me and kisses my cheek. “Don’t forget your call and remember I’m a big girl. If I can handle you. I can deal with my father.” She saunters away with authority and pride in every step, taking the call in one of the meeting rooms.
“Okay, I’ll be in my office. Please excuse me and thank you.” Williamson nods and walks away while I head into my office and close the door.
I hit the line and take the call. “Wyatt King speaking.”
“Mr. King, I know I have no right calling your offices, but I wondered if your offer for Glenda was still available.”
“John, I heard about the DUI. If that is what she truly wants, my offer stands. She needs help not punishment.” Everyone thinks I’m a total bastard, but I’m not heartless. For all I know, I could have pushed Ms. Dalton into using cocaine.
“Thank you. Her attorney will be in contact with you in order to get her into the facility. She either goes into rehab or jail. I love her and I just want her better.”
“Understood.” As much as I can’t trust either of them again, I respect loving someone enough to be willing to sacrifice for them. “Send them my way.” After the call is over, I go look for my wife and find her welcoming the meeting attendees. Damn it, our conversation will have to wait for the meeting to end.