Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
We were always meant to be.
Epilogue
Kent
The house is too damn quiet for my liking. I push back from my chair, and head out of my office in search of my wife. Both of our boys are now in school. It’s crazy how quickly time flies. So many things have changed since that day I first laid eyes on Kimmy in Max’s kitchen. The day I really started to live.
I can’t believe that our son Travis started kindergarten this year. I don’t think Kimmy is taking it too well. I can tell she’s been restless. For the first few weeks I was able to keep her entertained. We enjoyed the quiet together, but I think it’s time for something else.
Kimmy put her career on hold when she realized she was pregnant. She insisted on being the one to stay home and take care of our boys while finishing some of her college courses.
All I wanted was for her to be happy. I didn’t want her to think she missed out on anything in her life. She has always had such ambition when it came to her career. I always want to make sure that I encourage her to follow her dreams. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
Over the last few weeks, unbeknownst to my wife, I’ve put the wheels in motion to make her dreams a reality. If she’s not going to pull the trigger, then I will. I pull out my phone, checking her location rather than searching the whole house for her.
It’s pointless. The second I open my office door I hear her laugh coming from the front of the house. It’s followed by a male voice.
“With this style of home you could put a pool on the roof. A lot of people are doing that now.”
What the hell is going on? I spot the fucker as I come around the corner. My wife is staring down at the pamphlet in her hands. This dumb fuck has his eyes zeroed in on her tits.
I know his type. I’m sure he thinks her husband is off at work and she’s all alone. Not in this house. He came to the wrong door.
I try to fight the growl that rumbles from deep within me, but it’s uncontrollable. I’m a possessive bastard. My wife knows this. She even jokes that I only gave her boys so she has more guards around. That might be so. Travis doesn't like anyone with a dick talking to his mom unless they are family.
The guy's head jerks up when he hears me approaching. His eyes go wide as I snag the pamphlet out of my wife’s hands.
“Next time you won’t walk out of here.” I shove the pamphlet into his chest hard. He stumbles back, almost falling to his ass. I slam the door shut then click the lock.
“What took you so long?” She smirks at me.
“Woman.” I grab her and lift her into my arms. “Are you so bored that you’re trying to poke the bear? If you want to be fucked all you had to do was ask.”
“Where is the fun in that?” She wraps her arms around me. I don’t know how she’s gotten more beautiful over the years, but she has. I’m a damn lucky man, and I’m going to show her I still stand by my word of giving her everything she ever wanted.
“We need to talk.” I carry her back toward my office.
“Well, those words would scare most people, but God knows you’re obsessed with me so I’m safe.” I let out a chuckle as I sit down with her in my lap. My hands go to her hips. They’ve gotten fuller with each of our sons. I relish the feel of them.
“I bought something.” I pick up the paper on my desk, showing her the real estate listing. I closed on it yesterday. Her eyebrows furrow together.
“What are you doing with it?”
“The question is what are you going to do with it?”
Her head jerks up. “Me?”
“Yes. You. It’s a prime location.”
“And let me guess. You did the numbers.” She smiles at me.
“I did. The bottom floor can be for retail and the offices can be upstairs.”
“Think I could put an area up there for the boys?”
“Babe. You can do anything you put your mind to. I don’t need any numbers to know that.” Her eyes fill with tears. “Baby.” I cup her face, placing kisses on her cheeks.
“I don’t know how you do it, but you can still knock me off my feet and surprise me.”
“I gave you my word. We might have done some things out of order, but you’re going to have them all. The time is now. Kimmy’s Lingerie.”
“I like the sound of that.” I was the only one that ever called her Kimmy.
“I’m expecting a position.”