Epilogue
Rachel
“Sasha, what are you doing?” I ask. “We’re going to be late. We’re supposed to meet with this builder across town at his office in half an hour. I want to make sure we have plenty of time to drive to Boston after, so we can be at the airport when my mom and Ken’s plane lands.”
“There’s plenty of time.”
He’s right, but I’m excited. “Still,” I say. “Let’s get moving.”
He shakes his head. “Come here,” he says, standing in front of the flat screen on the wall in his studio apartment.
“I want you to sign off on the plans for the house, so they can start work,” I say. I’m ready to move out of the little apartment.
“I did. They started ordering materials,” he says.
I stare at him. “Why did you do that alone? I wanted to be involved.”
“You’re involved.”
“How am I involved if you went without me?”
“You’re involved because I told the builder he doesn’t need to talk to me anymore. I’m the money, but you’re the client. He does whatever you want. If you’re not happy, he doesn’t get paid.”
His gaze returns to the football game, and he shakes his head.
“What did he say?” I ask, surprised. The builder was our top choice and came highly recommended, but at our first meeting he hadn’t paid attention to me when Sasha was in the room.
“What’s he gonna say to me?” Sasha says absently. “What the hell kind of throw is that?” he asks the television.
“So I’m in charge? Of a construction crew?” I ask.
He flicks the television off and turns to look at me. He lifts my hand to examine the diamond ring. He rubs his thumb over it, then drops his hand to my small belly bump.
“It’s your house.”
“It’s your house too. You’re paying for it. You’re going to live in it,” I say.
“I’d live in a box under a bridge if that’s where you decided to live.”
I laugh softly. “You would not.” I unzip his jeans, freeing his cock as I lower myself to my knees. “But that’s a sweet thing to say. And telling the builder to listen to me was very sweet too.”
“Stand up. I want mine too,” he says. He picks me up, reaching under my dress and pulling my panties off. He drops them on the floor and takes me to bed.
He sits on the edge and drapes me over his muscular thighs, flipping my skirt up.
“Hey!” I say, reaching a hand back to cover my ass.
