“What?”
“Just when I think you’re perfect, you say something like that. Still a bit of a dick. I really do give up!” Sam shakes her head, and I think she is serious. She then laughs loudly and runs ahead.
I sprint after her, and we race for the big door.
It isabout time we renovate some of the chateau, and I am excited to build a family. Since losing my parents and Amanda, it’s been rough.
I didn’t fully realize it, but I likely did hide myself away. Even if at the time I believed I was focused on work and building the entertainment conglomerate out.
I still believe success is sacrifice, but at what cost, and where are the limits?
Samantha was right, a while back, when she said I should start living in the now. She was also right when she asked how huge a conglomerate is enough.
I had then said I want the world. But now, Sam is more important. I would rather be the King of her Heart, than the King of Global Media.
It is time to heal. Time forus, and time for now.
Also, kids and dogs.Lots of kids and dogs.
There are also several hobbies I aim to focus on. Honey Sundays being one of them, but I will rename that Honey Sin-day for Sam and me.
William is happy to see Samantha back, and they hug long and gentle.
They are the two most important people in my life, and it makes me feel good to see them share energy.
William looks better than he did when we buried Tusk. He also has news. Good news.
William tells us he has found two perfect candidates to replace him.
One is young and in his twenties. Some Italian named Sebastian. The other is in his fifties and bald.
Samantha asks William if the young one is hot and single. I growl inside, even if it’s a joke. William and I exchange a glance, and I know I need to be firm.
“The old bald one,” I say. “I know when to trust my instincts.”
There is no way I’ll have some young, dumb, and full of come guy around the roost.
“You don’t want to meet him?” William and Sam ask at the same time.
I shake my head, and Sam holds onto my shoulder. “Did I ever tell you I think bald is hot?”
She runs up the marble stairs, and I chase her fast. She squeals like a little pig. She is my hot, wicked pig.
After sliding around corners in my expensive leather shoes, I finally catch her. We are on the top floor, near our suite. I throw Sam on my shoulder, and we both pant and laugh like maniacs.
Inside our penthouse apartment, I throw her onto the four-poster bed. I yank off my clothes, thinking of all the sinful things I want to do to my girl.
The crazy vixen bites her lower lip and eye-fucks me as she pulls off her own clothes. It is time to see how good we are at making babies.
Even if I want to stretch her wide and take her hard with all I have,it’s time to make love to her.
The next day,after the deepest sleep I’ve ever had, we interview interior designers. We also walk around the old home, and we try to check on every room.
I know it will help Samantha settle in, and I know with her stamp on it, it will feel like the place is hers.
I hope she won’t ask for half the upholstery to be redone in garish colors or corduroy, but it is a risk I am willing to take.
The next day, as we walk through the lobby, I pause and look up. I am lost for words at the gesture and gift, and I hold Sam tight. As we look up at the photo of Amanda, Tusk, and me, I thank her, for being in my life.
