“Good job boyfriend,” Jess whispers.
I can’t help the smile that stretches over my face.
“Ok, we’re not done,” I tell everyone as I nod to Sophia. “There’s one more surprise.”
She pulls out another envelope and hands it to Blair. “I’d like to be your first client, if you still want me.”
The look on Blair’s face is worth all the drama and hurdles we had to fight through to get here. She pulls Sophia into a hug, and they jump around like a couple of kids instead of the Oscar-winning actress and top executive they are.
“You’re a good man, Wyatt Bradford,” says Jess. “Take care of our girl.”
“You guys act like I’m being shipped off somewhere,” says Blair. “I’m right here.”
“Yeah, but you’re his now,” Stella chimes in. “This is where the torch gets passed, and he’s your person.”
“Yeah, I guess he is.” Blair curls into my side and wraps her arm around my waist. “Hope you know what you’re getting into.”
forty-two
. . .
WYATT
I guesswhen you live with a guest to Grant’s end-of-summer bash, you get to be a plus-one. Automatic invite. That’s the only reason I agreed to travel to the Hamptons for Labor Day weekend. It is absolutely the worst time to be there.
When I walk into our beach rental, I don’t expect to see Blair standing in the living room. She is perfection. She’s wearing a deep red dress that hugs every single curve on her body. The straps wrap around her neck and split down the center, showcasing her spectacular tits. The hemline is long, but it has a slit up her right leg, hitting her at mid-thigh. She’s swept the top half of her hair off her face and into a ponytail to join the rest of the thick waves cascading down her back. I’m both speechless and immediately possessive. Her darkened, smoky eyes give her a dramatic look, and her lips match the red of her dress. Immediately, I want to see those lips around my dick and the stain she would leave behind.
“You look incredible.”
“So do you, Mr. Bradford.” Blair wraps her arms around my neck, careful with her kiss so she doesn’t ruin her makeup.
I’m wearing a dark gray Dior suit with a navy shirt underneath. I bought the outfit special so I could make a good impression on this Hamptons crowd. I don’t want this to be my last invite, so I dressed to impress.
“Where’s Sophia?” I ask.
“With Brandon. Upstairs. We’re not alone, so you can stop thinking about how you’re going to get into this dress before the party.”
“I’m sure I can find a way,” I wink. “Let’s go up. I want to thank Brandon for letting us crash here.”
I reach out to pinch her side and then follow her upstairs where Brandon is relaxing on a sofa in the loft area. “Hey man, thanks again for letting us stay here. This house is incredible.” He rises and grabs my hand to pull me in for a bro hug. “Anytime man. So glad you could make it. Soph is in there.” He gestures toward double doors partially open.
Sophia’s room looks like the closet and bathroom exploded. I look around, and just then, my sister exits the bathroom, looking like she’s ready to accept her next Oscar.
“You look like fucking Cinderella! Wow, Soph!” I walk over to kiss her on the cheek, but she pulls back immediately.
“Don’t mess up my face!” she squeals. “Thank you, though. You look very Prince Charming yourself. Nice suit.”
I look over at Blair as she laughs with Brandon, and I can see my entire future with her. This is us getting ready for premieres and openings. I’m with her at every event. I wake up with her in my arms and fall asleep every night with her by my side.
“Just get a ring, already,” Sophia says.
“Calm down,” I reply. “We just moved in together.”
Sophia shakes her head like she already knows it’s going to happen any moment now and it’s a waste of time trying to convince her otherwise.
“Let’s go, people!” she shouts. “Time to party!” My sister is way too excited about this end-of-summer party.
When we get to Grant’s house, we’re escorted outside, and I’m impressed by what I see.
