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When he kisses the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder before lifting his head, I shiver and marvel at his flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. His cock jerks inside me and I moan.

Long fingers frame my face. Golden eyes steal my soul.

“I love you, Millie.”

My heart swells.

“I love you too, Artur.”

He joins our mouths in the deepest, most heartfelt kiss of all time. No other words are needed. The past doesn’t matter, and we’ll figure out the future together.

We have each other. It may have taken a long, arduous journey to find one another again after our tragic parting thirteen years ago, but we made it.

Artur and Lola O’Brian are mine. I love and need them both.

And they love me.

I drift off in the arms of my one true love without an ounce of worry in my mind, and for the first time in years, I sleep in peace.

It doesn’t matter what life throws at us next; Artur O’Brian and I will figure it out together.

Forever.

Chapter 18

Artur O’Brian

Nervousness and uncertainty jangle through my nerves, and I second guess my decision.

Not about bedding and wedding Millie, although I’ve done those in the wrong order.

I’ve done everything wrong. I hated her because of Regina’s lies, almost didn’t hire her because I thought she was a horrible person, became enamored with her because of her devotion to my daughter, had sex with her before asking her to marry me, and brought her to the street with NYC’s most sought after jewelers before planning my proposal.

And still I haven’t told her the truth about Regina or Lola’s origins.

Part of me knows it’s wrong to take this next step without telling her, but after last night, I can’t wait another second to put a ring on her finger.

Millie Grant is mine. Lola and I belong to her. She completes our little family. We’ll have no one else.

Marrying her may be the best way to protect her from her father and Regina, even though doing so comes with other risks.

“What are we doing here?” Millie asks.

“We’re shopping,” I say.

I hike Lola higher up my ribs, wrap my arm around Millie’s waist, and tuck her against my side. She slips a hand to the small of my back and follows along despite the skepticism in her eyes.

“What are we shopping for?” she asks.

I flex my fingers into her hip and shrug. She sighs and assesses Lola with eyes paler than the sky.

When we turn the corner, she glances behind us. Emotions flit across her features, but she shifts her attention back to Lola and smiles. The love in her expression assures me I’ll never be wrong for wanting her in my life.

With her thumb dry and excitement sparkling in her eyes, Lola points and squeals at whatever excites her. From the cars driving by to the trees lining the streets and the items on display in the windows, she notices so much more than I realized.

As we approach the first store I thought to visit, Lola squeals at the massive glass doors. The attendant startles, looks horrified, then composes himself. I lift my brows and tilt my head, indicating our intention to enter, and he smiles and welcomes us in.

It isn’t until I walk past the large, white store logo printed on the glass that I realize I shouldn’t have brought Millie to this specific store.