Page 111 of The Savage


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She sits up on one elbow, her sheaf of black hair tumbling down, trailing across the rumpled sheets.

“What is it?” she asks, eager as a child.

I take a flat box from my coat pocket, opening it to her view.

The diamond collar is colorless as ice, but it glows like flame as another firework erupts.

Sabrina’s mouth falls open.

She stretches out a hand, stopping just short of the glittering jewels. Afraid to even touch it.

“Put it on,” I say.

She turns obediently, lifting her hair off the nape of her neck.

I drape the diamonds around her throat, fastening the clasp behind her.

Sabrina slips her feet back into her shoes, abandoned next to the bed. She stands in front of the window, naked except for her heels and the diamond collar. A firework detonates above her left shoulder, drenching her in a shower of silver light.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak. All I can do is stare.

I wish I could capture this moment and freeze it forever in time.

I lift my phone and snap a picture of her, though I know it could never do justice to her living, breathing beauty. Or to the way she makes me feel.

Sabrina touches the diamonds at her throat, her eyes glinting just as brilliantly.

“We’re really doing it, aren’t we?” she says.

Her face is flushed with triumph—the diamonds, the penthouse suite, the two of us here together …

“Nothing can stop us,” I say. “I’m invincible with you.”

Sabrina grins, her teeth a flash of white in the dark between fireworks. She grabs the bag of cash and takes out a stack, ripping off the band. Throwing the money up in the air, she lets it drift down around her. The bills flutter through the air, illuminated in bursts of gold and green.

Sabrina grabs another stack, and another. She’s pulling them apart, throwing them at me. The money covers the bed, the floor, the side tables. She jumps on the bed and flings cash in the air, jumping up and down, bouncing the money on the mattress, creating a blizzard of bills.

She’s laughing maniacally, making a hell of a mess. Her naked breasts bounce on her chest, her hair buoyant, the diamonds sparkling on her throat, the money floating like a thousand papery butterflies.

I gather up an armful of cash and fling it up. The money is a joke, barely real to me. It’s what it represents: ambition, success, Sabrina’s genius and mine in concert together. I kiss her as it rains down on us.

Sometimes you work and work toward a goal, but when you finally achieve it, it fails to provide the happiness you thought you would feel.

This is the opposite of that.

For all the thousands of times I imagined how it would feel to have the world at my feet, I never could have imagined it like this.

Everything is better with Sabrina by my side. She charges every moment, she bursts me open like a firework. I’m flaming with light and color, and pure, electric bliss.

We’re jumping on the bed together, naked and out of our minds. With each leap, another firework bursts, booming outside the window like a cannon blast, I’m holding her hands, looking in her face. She’s laughing wildly, her eyes brighter than stars.

This is the happiest I’ve ever been. Maybe the happiest I ever will be.

It’s because of her that success comes so early and tastes so sweet.

There’s no end of dreaming with Sabrina. No end of believing. It’s the most American thing about her—she really thinks she can do anything. And so do I, when I’m with her.

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