Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
With his hands cuffed in front of him, he says, “I want to see my grandson.”
“No,” she replies with no room to wiggle. Proud of her.
“I have a right to him,” he says. Not to see him, but access. Guess what, fucker? Access denied. “He carries my name, Olivia, like you do.”
“No, he doesn’t. Not anymore. Just like I don’t.”
Bancroft’s eyes shift to me as if I’m the villain. That’s fine. I’ll take the heat if it removes it from Liv. But he’s a persistent gnat. He looks at her and gives her a once-over with disgust written all over his face. “You realize that you will never see a dime of my money or that trust fund if you don’t bring—”
“I got into Yale.”
The words are so powerful and unyielding in a setting built to be formidable. Go, Liv.
“What are you talking about?”
“For college.” There’s a lightness to her tone that’s been missing the past few months anytime the topic of her father came up. “I got into Yale. I chose NYU because I wanted nothing to do with you. That still stands. So keep your money. It’s all you ever loved anyway, but never come near my family, or you’ll regret it.”
She walks away without looking back, leaving the courtroom with Loch and I trailing. “I’m impressed,” I say as soon as we push through the doors. “I’m not sure that threatening him in court was the best way to go, but it was effective. Two thumbs up from this critic.”
With his phone in hand, Loch says, “Chip and his father have now asked for their own plea deals. The best part is that they’ve turned on each other. Looks like you won’t have to testify, after all.”
Liv’s smug grin says it all. We push into the morning air and keep walking until we’re tucked safely in the back of an SUV and on our way home. Sliding her hand in mine, she says, “I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?”
She grins like she’s up to the no-good I like best—the kind that takes place in the bedroom. “I’m ready to go on our honeymoon.”
Fuck yes!
EPILOGUE
Noah
“Remember when you forgot to say goodbye?”
I’m grinning like a fool because sometimes getting her riled up is fun. Especially because we always end up in the bedroom afterward. What’s not to be happy about? I’m married to this incredible woman, and our problems are not only behind us but thousands of miles away as we enjoy the turquoise waters of the Maldives.
With her head resting on my shoulder as we lie in bed with the water not ten feet from the end of the mattress, she says, “I didn’t forget. Love like ours is rare. No way was I walking away unscathed.” She shrugs her right shoulder. “It was more of a see you later and a kiss on the lips since I knew we’d always find our way back together again.”
“You kissed me goodbye?”
“You were like Sleeping Beauty lying there—”
“Funny.” I laugh without amusement entwined.
Although she’s pretty good at teasing, I slow blink at her until she says, “Fine. You were still stupidly sexy even sleeping, so I couldn’t resist kissing you again.”
“That’s more like it.” My ego gets drunk off the compliment. Holding her a little closer, I take her hand and rub it over my sheet-covered cock.
“Pfft.” She giggles. “Are you ever not horny?”
“With you, Mrs. Westcott? Never. We’ve got to make the most of our honeymoon since we traveled halfway around the world.”
Pushing up, she reaches for something bedside before settling on top of me and straddling my legs. She bends to kiss me, and then says, “Good. I’ll never tire of you either, Mr. Westcott. What are your thoughts about having another baby?”
I grin, rubbing the sides of her hips. “I’ll make a baby with you.”
She kisses my neck and then my jaw before kissing me on the mouth. I dig my fingers into her hair and deepen it. She pulls back just enough to catch her breath. Lifting, she says, “We’re a few steps ahead.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember that night in the Hamptons?”
I smirk. “Which one?”
“The only one that matters—our wedding night.”
Caressing her face, I lift to steal a kiss from her lips. “I’ll never forget.”
“Neither will I.” Something cold is slid between us.