Epilogue
Spencer
Two years later
Beyoncé’s voice pours out the lyrics to “Naughty Girl.”
I stand on the side of the dance floor with Masters and Seb as we watch the girls. Bree, Beth, and Charlotte are solid friends now. They laugh and giggle at a private joke as they dance. Charlotte’s business is booming. She now has six lawyers working for her, and they just won an award for best charity of the year. Sarah and Paul are still there for Charlotte’s moral support, supplying her with plenty of laughs.
Apparently Hot Dick City is a real place. Who knew?
Life is good. We still live in my apartment in London. We’re also still madly in love and nothing much has changed. Actually, nothing has changed. Things between us have only gone from strength to strength.
Charlotte got a grey and white kitten and we called him Greyson. That cat is the most adored thing on Earth and he runs rings around the both of us. He rules our apartment.
I testified in a private court hearing against Penelope twelve months ago, and William and her now share custody of Harrison. Strangely enough, Edward and I now get along well. He’s not a bad bloke underneath all the power tripping bullshit he has going on. Harold is insisting on teaching me parts of the business so that I could help Edward if anything were to ever happen to him.
William and I are… complicated. He’s a great guy, and I respect him immensely, but he will never forgive me and I don’t blame him after what he walked in on. It’s a guilt I have had to learn to live with. We are amicable, and I know he’s happy that Charlotte is happy, but that’s about it. He lives in London now and Charlotte sees him regularly. I see him at family events only.
I watch Charlotte’s sexy little arse move to the music, and arousal sweeps over me.
This woman, this beautiful woman came into my life and changed everything about who I thought I was. I smile softly as I watch her laugh with her friends.
She’s perfect. Inside and out.
“Is Charlotte still on your case about getting married?” Masters asks.
“She hasn’t mentioned it for a while. Hopefully she’s given up.”
“You’re fucking mad.” Seb scoffs in disgust.
I roll my eyes and sip my beer.
“Every time you’re in a room with her, you watch her like an awestruck little schoolboy.”
“Yeah, well, we know what happened last time I tried to propose. Getting married is fucking bad luck for me.”
“Bullshit.” Masters huffs. “You’re just scared.”
I sigh and continue to watch my angel’s behind. I’m going to fuck that beautiful ass tonight.
“How much did you pay for that ring you threw off the cliff like a madman?” Masters frowns.
“Way too much.” I smirk. I was going mad that night, without a doubt.
“You know she wants a baby,” Masters says casually as he sips his beer.
“What?”
“I heard her tell Bree the other day when they were in my kitchen. She was holding Henry and she said that she would love a baby.”
I frown. “She’s not mentioned anything to me.” Fear swirls in my stomach. The thought of changing the dynamics between us terrifies the fuck out of me.
“Why would she?” Seb snaps. “You won’t even fucking marry her.”
“You know why I won’t marry her. It has nothing to do with how I feel about her.”
“Does she know that?”
“She does know that.”
I watch her dance as my stomach clenches.
Marriage and babies… with Charlotte.
My biggest dream.
My greatest fear.
My true destiny?
Charlotte
Six weeks later
I wake to the feeling of Spencer curled around me from behind, and I turn my head as he kisses my temple.
“Good morning, Mr Spencer.”
I feel him smile against my skin. “Good morning, Miss Prescott.”
“It’s Saturday.” I smile sleepily.
He pulls me closer to his body and I feel his erection up against my hip. “My favourite day of the week. I get you all to myself.” His lips drop to my neck.
I look around the room. “Where’s Greyson?”
“Hmm. Who cares? Probably ripping up the sofa downstairs.”
I giggle.
We hear his little bell, and then something smashes downstairs. “Fucking cat,” Spencer mutters under his breath.
I laugh and climb out of bed. I throw my robe on and go downstairs to investigate. A pot plant has been tipped over and there is dirt everywhere.
“What are you doing?” I whisper to the naughty kitten as he rubs against my legs as if proud of himself.
“Greyson,” I sigh, assessing the damage. Spencer pretends to hate our cat, but I know he secretly loves him. Every time I come in they are snuggled up together on the sofa. I clean up the dirt, make us both a cup of coffee and then head upstairs. I walk into my room to find Spencer in the bathroom at the sink. I place the coffees down on the bedside and walk in to put my arms around him. I glance down his body in the reflection of the mirror, and I see he has an erection.
The man always has an erection.
I smile and reach around to stroke him, and I feel something. “What’s that?”
He turns to me and I look down. He has a red ribbon tied in a bow around his hard dick. “What in the world?” I laugh, this man kills me.
He smirks, with that mischievous look that he does so well. “You better unwrap your present.”
I giggle and bend to take him into my mouth. I begin to untie the bow when I notice a ring on the ribbon.
I frown as I stare at it. It’s a huge solitaire diamond sitting on a rose gold band. My eyes meet his.
“Marry me.”
“W-hat?” I breathe.
“Marry me, Charlotte.” He smiles.
“You tied my engagement ring to your dick and asked me to marry you with your dick in my mouth? Spencer Jones!”
“It was either tied to that or to your butt plug.” He shrugs casually. “And I wanted a story to tell our grandkids.”
I laugh out loud as he pulls me to my feet. “You are the craziest man I know.”
Our lips meet in a kiss. “Marry me, angel.”
Our foreheads touch. “That depends…”
“On what?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I stroke his dick and widen my eyes. “Things.”
His eyes dance with delight, and he grabs me roughly and slides the ring onto my finger. “I’m asking one more time before I fuck you unconscious. Will you marry me, Charlotte Prescott?”
I kiss his lips with a huge smile. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now answer the damn question.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” I grin.
We smile broadly at each other; this proposal is just so Spencer.
“Good. Now get on your knees and finish what you started.”
Five years later
It’s 11:00 p. m. and I’m watching my beautiful man walking around the living room with our daughter in his arms as he tries to console her. Amelia is eighteen months old, teething, and in a world of pain.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay, daddy’s here.”
If you thought Spencer Jones was swoony before, you should see him with a daughter. He worships the ground she walks upon.
I’m heavily pregnant with our second child, sprawled on the sofa, defeated by exhaustion. It’s been a long week.
This teething thing is tough. We’ve had no more than three hours sleep on any given night… and it’s about to get tougher.
“Babe,” I whisper.
“Yeah, angel.” He sits down on the couch at my feet. “Look how tired mummy is,” he says to Amelia as he rubs my feet.
“I’m having contractions.”
His face falls. “What?”
I nod.
“Now?”
“Uh-huh.”
He looks at me, deadpan, and he rushes to sit on the floor beside me, watching me for a moment.
“Lie to me,” he whispers. “Give me something to hang onto here.”
I smile softly. It’s such a Spencer thing to say. I reach up and run my fingers through his stubble. “We are on a yacht, sailing around the Caribbean.”
He smirks. “Yes.”
“And I’m wearing nothing but a gold string bikini.”
He leans forward and runs his fingers through my hair. “God, this sounds so good.”
“We’ve been having crazy sex all day,” I whisper.
“Yeah I like it. What am I doing now?”
“Sleeping uninterrupted.”
He smiles and then bursts out laughing. “You’re right; sleep is my ultimate fantasy at the moment.”
Amelia struggles in his hold and breaks out crying again. He scoops her up into his arms. “Come on, baby, we’ve got to take mummy to the hospital. You can have a sleepover at Grandma’s.” He begins to take her upstairs to get her ready.
“Spence!” I call.
He turns back to look at me.
“One day, we’ll go to the Caribbean just so you can have your fantasy. I promise.”
He walks back over to me and kisses me softly, his hand resting tenderly on my huge stomach.
“Every day with you is my fantasy, angel. Every single day.”