AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Of course I fucking want to. She’s my life.”
He leans back, holding his palms up.
“I’m sorry,” I grumble.
“It’s okay.”
He gives me a reassuring smile. The last time we were together in London was for my mother’s funeral. I don’t have many friends, but he’s always been there for me.
“It’s not. I’m sorry.” I sigh. “I just can’t wait any longer to see her.”
“She’s coming,” he says. “Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried,” I reply, my eyes tracking back to the end of the aisle.
I can feel Jay studying the grimace on my face, but he’s a good friend and says nothing more as I continue to wait for my fiancée to appear.
My fiancée, who I’m going to spank until her ass is red later for what she left me as a gift this morning.
This time, it wasn’t panties with a plane and a fucking IOU.
It was something I never dared dream I’d have.
Epilogue - Ava
“You look stunning.”
I stand on the gravel driveway of the Silver Estate after stepping out of the car and twirling in front of Liv and Gramps. The long train on my dress kicks up, encircling me in a spinning mass of white as each of the hundreds of silk waterlilies sewn onto the fabric ruffle with the movement.
“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” I grin down at my dress. The dress that Jet paid for with his black AMEX.
I find it hard accepting his money, even though he keeps telling me he’s a billionaire and growling when I don’t let him buy me things. Except lingerie and bespoke wedding dresses covered in waterlilies, because well, a girl has some things she can’t resist.
But when I can, I like to pay for things myself. And the job I got working for a casting company means I can sometimes afford to surprise him. I love seeing the look on his face when I do. The lowering of those brows as he tells me not to spend my money on him. The deep grit of his voice, like I’ve been a bad girl.
The inevitable spankings that follow.
He claims he doesn’t want my surprises. But judging by how hard they make him, and what he does to me after, I disagree.
Jet Grant loves my playful surprises.
Just like I’m hoping he’ll love the one I left for him this morning.
I take a deep breath, smoothing my hands down my dress.
“You ready, love?” Gramps asks, holding out his hand.
I bite my lower lip and nod. I’ve never felt more ready.
I slide my hand into his, the heat of his palm against mine bringing a sense of calm to my hammering heart. The same way it did when Ophelia sent me the advanced copy of the movie she promised. I sat between Gramps and Jet when I watched it. One hand held by each of them.
And I cried.
I cried as I watched it all play out, Hollywood style.
And I sobbed hardest as I watched the young actress nail her part.Herpart. Because it didn’t feel like I was watching myself on that screen. I’d already left that girl in the past the moment I wrote ‘The End’ on my story. It’s no longer mine. It’s no longer the one I’m stuck in, reliving day after day, night after night.
The two men either side of me as I sobbed have made sure of that. I lost my father that day. But I didn’t lose myself. At least, not forever.
