She nods, breathless.
And I guide her back onto the bed.
Tonight… I’m giving her everything she deserves.
Epilogue — Ruby
If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be spending Friday night at a private rooftop bar with:
My billionaire boyfriend
My feral best friends
And a “just one drink” rule that everyone will immediately ignore…
…I would have laughed.
Or hidden behind a vending machine.
But here I am.
Hair curled. Dress short. Legs moisturized. Boyfriend staring at me like I’m the only oxygen molecule in the city.
Jaxon’s hand rests on the small of my back as we walk in. Not possessive. But definitely “yes, she’s with me.”
Ava whistles so loud the bartender drops a glass.
“WIFE ENERGY,” she announces.
“S-stop calling me that!” I choke.
Trey fans herself dramatically. “I give it six months.”
Jaxon smirks. I elbow him.
We sit at a reserved table that allegedly does not exist for anyone else. Perks of dating the boss of the building.
Sienna leans in with a smirk. “So, Ruby… how’s the billionaire treating you?”
Before I can answer, Jaxon replies casually:
“She hasn’t complained yet.”
I kick him under the table. He catches my ankle with his foot and DOES NOT LET GO.
Oh god.
Ava sees it. Of course she does.
“Oh. My. God. FOOT FLIRTING. You’re married.”
Trey raises her glass. “To Ruby, who went from hiding behind vending machines to having her spine realigned by executive money.”
I bury my face in my hands.
Jaxon laughs quietly, then leans to whisper against my ear:
“Tell them nothing.”
