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“You’re one of us,” he says. “But you’re still you. You don’t have to give up your identity—just be with me.”
“Always.” I kiss him back.
“Enough of that,” Andrei says. “Let’s go celebrate.”
* * *
Adrik
2 Years Later
One of thefirst things I did after I got Sabrina back was call Ivan on the phone and ask him how I could make sure I didn’t fuck it all up again.
I asked him who was ultimately in charge of his business—him, or Sloane?
Ivan didn’t hesitate.
“Both of us.”
“But who makes the decisions?”
“Sometimes me, sometimes her. She probably makes sixty percent, even seventy. She’s smarter than me, you know.”
I laughed. “I’m afraid that might be true of Sabrina. It’s not so easy though. I don’t know how to put someone else’s judgment over my own. I never have.”
Ivan grunted on the other end of the line—a sympathetic sound.
“The best thing is to make your decisions together.”
“But what if she’s wrong?”
“There is no right and wrong. There’s being on one side together or being separated. I choose to be with Sloane, and her with me. Always.”
That sent a shiver down my spine. It’s what I wanted too, desperately.
“When will I get a wedding invitation?” Ivan asked me.
I groaned. “Fuck if I know. That’s one of our points of conflict.”
“Well …” Ivan said. “It’s best to agree … but sometimes a little trickery is allowed.”
I was more than familiar with the bet Ivan made with Sloane to hoodwink her into marrying him.
I preferred not to stoop to chicanery to secure Sabrina, but I wasn’t ruling it out if her resistance continued.
It took two long years to convince her to marry me. It’s not that she didn’t want to—or at least, I don’t think that was it.
If I had to guess, the real reason is that the things that matter deeply to her are the only things that scare her. She’s afraid to fail when it matters most.
Plus, she has an instinctive distrust of anything conventional.
I promised her the ceremony could be anything she liked.
“You don’t have to wear a puffy white dress or stand in a church. Just promise to be with me … and make it legal, so it’s harder for you to get away.”
She laughed. Then, with more seriousness she said, “Will it make you happy?”
“More than anything.”
