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We continue to browse the array of items, each one more enticing than the last. From exquisite jewelry to once-in-a-lifetime experiences, there will be millions of dollars raised tonight.
For the next hour, Clover and I work the crowd. Engage in light conversation with fellow guests including Kris Blakely, and revel in our first official public outing. It’s a celebratory atmosphere, alive with laughter and excitement. I find myself entirely immersed in the enchanting energy of attending an event of this magnitude with the woman I love.
Soon, we’re seated at our front-row table with the senior members of my executive team and their dates. One of Isis’s clients, John Legend, is the Master of Ceremonies. His charismatic presence commands the attention of the crowd.
Clover and I hold hands throughout the program, enjoying inspiring stories of hope, A-list entertainment, and bantering about which live auction items we want to bid on. I, too, have attended many charity galas throughout my life, but tonight is different. Through Clover’s rapt attention, I’m reminded of the importance of supporting this cause and making a difference in the lives of those affected by diabetes.
Although by the time the live auction begins, I’m ready to have Clover to myself. Every time she moves or gestures, I get a little glimpse of her side boob. Only I can see, but I’m hard as a rock just thinking about the time—in the near future—when I pull her top off and suck on those delicious chocolate nipples.
Luckily, it goes by fairly briskly. I purchase five custom barrels of whiskey from Ireland for fifty thousand dollars and raise my paddle for another five hundred grand.
“You’re so generous and sexy. Are you ready for your reward for being such a spectacular boyfriend?” Clover leans her head on my shoulder as we wait in line to pick up the certificates for the items we bought.
I cuddle her to me. “Sweetness, tonight’s been stupendous, but my cock aches to be buried in your tight little pussy. I’ve been ready for rounds two, three, four, and five for hours now.”
“Ambitious are we?” She laughs.
I nuzzle her ear. “Just stating facts.”
Every new experience with Clover is a revelation.
She’s my equal in every way.
I want to be with her forever.
One tiny little question remains though.
How can I convince her to move with me to New York?
Chapter thirty-five
Clover
Later That Night
Joar Jacoby is the finest male specimen on the planet.
To think I nearly wrote him off earlier this year, just because he’s a billionaire CEO who dresses to the nines. There is no man who wears a custom-tailored, fits-like-a-glove, luxurious, hot-as-fuck suit—or tuxedo—like Joar.
I’m a convert. One hundred percent.
More importantly, he surprises me with his kindness every day. Not just because of the exquisite jewelry he commissioned. Or the silly, but thoughtful, hate dates. The most telling part of Joar’s personality is how big an effort he’s made to fit me into his life.
I’ve never wanted him to change, but I’ve grown to love the bossy, dominant man that he is. It’s fascinating to watch the wheels turn. It’s phenomenal to be on the receiving end of whatever crazy plan he comes up with.
I just needed him to tweak how he treated me. I’m not his possession, I’m his partner. It’s a big difference. One I wasn’t mature enough to demand when I was married, not that it would have made a difference to Harrison. Nearly every day I want to send Solange a letter thanking her for fucking my husband. Losing him was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
It’s made me self-aware. Confident. Capable.
And, it led me to Joar, who I truly believe is the love of my life.
This entire day has been incredible. Shopping spree aside, spending the evening with Joar at the gala gave me insight into the type of leader he is in the fickle entertainment industry. Respected. Coveted. Lauded.
Loved.
It’s true. He’s so kind and generous with his time. Makes everyone he talks to feel special. He’s the opposite of my ex in every single sense of the word. I feel grateful and happy we’ve stuck together through our shit this year.
I sip a glass of champagne in the living room of our suite waiting for Joar, who disappeared to the bedroom with strict instructions to stay put. Suddenly ambient, romantic music fills the room and he appears in the foyer still dressed in his tux, though his bow tie is missing.
