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epilogue
Three years and some change.
“Mommy, Daddy has a prize for you.” Our son, Jasper Dreaux Lenox—named after my father and his—came barreling towards me, locking his arms around my legs before he threw his head back and offered me a grin that I fell in love with the first time I experienced it. The wild chaos of spirals that covered his head bounced when I had his big bright eyes. The kid had more hair than I knew what to do with but Dreaux refused to let me cut it. He said it made JD look badass. I suspected it had to do with the wild chaotic spirals he had been rocking which matched our sons.
“A prize?” I repeated and he nodded, releasing the hold on my legs only to tug at my hand, attempting to drag me with him. I gave in.
“Yep, a prize but we have to leave to go get it.”
“Leave?” I was in the middle of prepping for dinner and not interested in leaving the house. This house was my favorite place in the world. When Dreaux said I would like it, he hadn’t lied. Everything about it was a representation of us. I spent months taking my time decorating the space, even after he offered to pay someone to do it for me. I refused. This house was ours. Our sanctuary. I was going to be the one making sure it fit us. Not some stranger.
Speaking of the man in question, as soon as we made it to the foyer, Dreaux was there waiting. This man. His dark gaze tracked my movements from the minute I was visible. He never seemed to get enough of me which was only fair because I never had enough of him. How could I?
The man was ruggedly beautiful with his dark eyes, full beard, and tattoos peeking from beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. The dark jeans he wore fit perfectly, sitting low on his waist. That happy trail I knew was hidden under the black cotton that hugged his abs had my fingers itching to trace it into the briefs that peeked from the waistband of his jeans. When his hand lowered, making an adjustment, my clit throbbed in response.
“JD said you have a prize for me.”
“Surprise, and yeah I do.” His arm hooked my waist the second I was close enough. My eyes met his and the weight of the thick, hard length swelling in his jeans pressed into my body.
“See, Mommy. Daddy has a prize for you.” Big brown eyes that matched his father’s lifted when he threw his head back to see Dreaux who towered over both of us. “Can we go now?”
“Where are we going?” I frowned at Dreaux who didn’t get a chance to respond because JD did for him.
“It’s a prize, Mommy. He can’t tell you. Remember? Like my birthday.”
I wouldn’t win this.
“I need to get my….”
“You’re with me, Rho, you don’t need shit. I got you. Let’s go.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek then reached behind him to open the door. Once we were in his Range, we drove into the city. My heart thundered in my chest when I realized where we were going. When Dreaux pulled up to valet I wanted to curse, but my eyes drifted to the backseat where a tiny little face that matched Dreaux’s was eagerly peering out the window.
“Why are we here?”
“You’ll see when we get in there.”
“I’m not competing.”
“I know, you backed out. Again,” he stated calmly before getting out. When he rounded the truck to remove our son from his car seat and opened my door to let me out, I exhaled a breath of frustration.
“Can you please tell me why we’re here?”
His eyes lowered to mine. “You trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then let's go.” With our son in his arms on his left side, he pressed his right hand into the small of my back, guiding me into the lobby and down the hall to the same conference room I had been in the year after JD was born. I bailed, refusing to compete.
My pulse drummed in my ears and the minute we stepped inside, I noticed the empty space, one pool table that was identical to the one he purchased for me two years ago, and one guy. Timothy Hall.
“What is this?”
“A compromise.”
I frowned and he explained. “You won't compete. I get it, but it’s fucking with you, Rho. You’ve been in a bad ass mood for the past three days and I know it’s about this.” He pointed to the table.
I hadn’t expected him to notice. I followed the brackets, watched a few online and talked shit about each of the players, but I didn’t have the right. I didn’t enter the competition.
“If you get it, then why are we here, Dreaux?”
