Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Epilogue
Chrissy
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I’m surrounded by pink bubbles as they waft around the master suite bathroom. It’s utterly luxurious to be soaking in a warm bath as my boyfriend soaps my back, but then again, I’m so enormous and ungainly from my pregnancy that I’ve been having constant back pain. As a result, my boyfriend has been pampering me non-stop and right now is no exception.
“Lean your head back, sweetheart,” Sanford commands. “I don’t want to get shampoo in your eyes.”
Doing as I’m told, I let my head fall back with a sigh as he squirts shampoo from the bottle into one big palm. Then his hands are in my hair and I moan as those long fingers caress my scalp.
“Mmm, that feels amazing. I might have to make you my personal manservant from now on.”
Sanford leans over me from behind, chuckling before giving me a quick kiss.
“I’m already your personal manservant who waits on you hand and foot, honey, and I don’t mind at all. Plus, if your personal manservant gets to wash the rest of you, then I’m happy to be your servant for oh … forever.”
I giggle and push him away.
“Get back to work, mister. You can’t massage my scalp if you’re also trying to seduce me. I’m a big pregnant lady!”
He waggles his eyebrows.
“Pregnant ladies are the best. You know I love it when your belly bounces when I fuck you.”
It’s true because my boyfriend’s still doing me hard, and my pregnant stomach often shakes when we go at it with no holds barred. I asked Dr. Hofstra if it was safe for the baby, but she assured me that it’s more than fine so long as we’re careful. But I merely smile slyly at Sanford.
“Hair first. Seduction after.”
My boyfriend laughs.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling of his hands in my hair.
“Did I tell you I talked to Primrose today?” I ask with my eyes still closed, utterly boneless and relaxed in the warm water.
“No. Did she find a way to spite her controlling parents yet?”
I laugh.
“Sort of. Actually, she called to get the contact info for Curves. Prim’s a pretty crazy girl, and she’s talked in the past about becoming an escort, but I didn’t think she’d really go through with it. It’s all because she wants to get out from under her parents’ thumb, and this is how she’s going to do it.”
Sanford looks amused.
“Yeah, but did something happen to finally make her take the leap?”
I shrug.
“I don’t really know actually. Prim just said her parents have become even more controlling lately. Now, they’re not just trying to marry her off, they’re basically trying to keep her locked up at home too. Like locking her in her room and deciding who she can hang out with. For example, I’m definitely a no-go now because they know I’m pregnant but unmarried. How backwards right? Lots of people don’t tie the knot before having a baby these days.”
The Hulk’s fingers stop massaging my scalp for a moment.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I have half a mind to pound these peoples’ heads in, they’re so fucking medieval.”
“No, no, you don’t have to,” I soothe. “But yeah, Prim’s parents sound terrible. Not only that, but they really want her to get married to some guy they’ve already picked out. Hearing her describe him makes him sound like the villain out of a cartoon movie.”
My boyfriend snorts.
“Maybe she’s better off with Curves then.”
I smirk.
“Maybe, right? After all, I did meet you through the agency.” I look over my shoulder at the huge man and smile. “It’s what brought us together in the beginning, and that makes it one of the best choices I’ve ever made.”
Sanford smiles his crooked, sexy smile, and leans over my shoulder to kiss me.
“You’re right. Curves has perks that are definitely unexpected. I mean, I never expected to meet my wife when I booked an escort.”
It takes a second for his choice of words to register. I sit up and spin around in the tub as fast as I can, splashing water over the rim and soaking the floor.
“You mean your girlfriend, right? Or did you mean the mother of your child?” I demand, my heart going pitter-patter.
Sanford smirks, nodding his head.
“Both and also more. I meant it when I said “wife,” honey.”
I raise my eyebrows, my heart going at sixty miles an hour now.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Sanford grins and then reaches into his pocket to reveal a small velvet box in the palm of his hand. He opens the lid, and inside is the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen. It’s an enormous pear-shaped diamond mounted on a silver band, and it’s both elegant and dazzling at once.
“Oh!” I gasp, clamping my hands over my mouth.
Sanford growls and reaches for me, taking my left hand in his before sliding the ring onto my finger. Then, he leans forward to brush his lips over mine again tenderly.