Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Sarah stops walking for a second and stands in front of us. "You aren't going to tell me the surprise, are you?"
"That defeats the purpose of a surprise," Damien says, pulling her closer to him. "Are you sure you're okay with everything about your parents?" He isn't just trying to distract her.
We are both genuinely concerned. And after what they must've went through while I was fucking scrambling to get here? Fuck. I pull the elegant chignon from her hair and admire her gorgeous face. Those strong features are looking back at me now.
"I'm fine. I care a lot more about this surprise than I do about my parents. I'm glad you got Damien's money back though. I can't believe they stole from you Damien. That's not just awful, it's fucking stupid. You can be scary," she says in a hushed whisper at the end.
Damien looks so damned pleased right now I think maybe Mr. Scary could be pushed to spill the secret.
"No more talking on the way home. You'll get the surprise soon enough. Your big scary men are going to take care of you," I say with a darker tone that I know is full of promise. I know my own elation is also evident.
How can I help myself?
Everything got so damned drastically close at the end. All these assholes at the Virgin Market—yes, I know I have been and currently am one of those assholes—were dying to bid on her fine ass. But she belongs to us. We couldn't have it any other way. I didn't have to see Damien to know that he was willing to do anything to keep her because I feel exactly the same way. He would've ran. If I hadn't been able to work everything out with Sarah's parents, well, I fucking would've ran, too. The three of us were a given in that we are a conclusion, a result that must occur. But we three have learned. You can't always just have what you want. Sarah was given to Damien...but it wasn't fucking like that. The three of us had to take each other, and claim each other. Getting the most valuable things in life isn't just about money, though that gets involved. It isn't just about power, though that takes a lot of chance away from a situation. No, it's mostly about fucking fight. About not giving a single goddamn shit about what is right or wrong or otherwise a 'given' because you take what you want.
Sarah wants to be ours. We want Sarah. It's as goddamn perfect as I can imagine anything being, and this is only the fucking beginning.
Don't think for a second any one of the three of us would've let this end any other way.
Because this isn't a fucking end. This is our beginning.
19
Damien
I look over at Sarah on the car ride home. Her face is beaming. All that over the top makeup isn't making her look too dolled up now. She looks delectable. Happy. Leaning into us both.
I can't believe this is really fucking happening. Her shit bag parents thought they could just buy her and take her back after all this...but Trevor fixed that and we get to keep our girl.
"Sarah, you sure this is what you want? Trevor and I, we might as well have all the money in the world. We could give you anything, get you anything you want, no strings attached," I tell her. I mean those words, despite every dark part in my soul. I don't want to want to give her up, but that's how much I love her. Enough to do it if needs be.
"No matter how many times you ask me that," Sarah says, narrowing her eyes at me, "My answer is not going to change." She laughs, the most carefree sound in the world that I've ever heard. But there's something else there, too.
"You're sure? I mean, you don't have to stay with us," I say and look to Trevor. To his credit, he doesn't have that goofy grin he seems to wear all the time, particularly as far as Sarah is concerned.
"Yes, Sarah, you are a free woman. We weren't really buying you. We were buying your freedom. You can have all that money, and never see us again, if that's what you want." Trevor says and he's dead serious. None of that usual humor in his voice. No smirk.
Sarah takes a deep breath. "Look, I have thought about everything. I know you're both more loaded than God, but...this is the life I want. I want to go back to school, sure, but I just needed to take time to be what I wanted to be, and you've given me that." Sarah inhales and looks back and forth to both of us.
"As soon as you're ready to start school, yes, we'll get you set up. We can go now--" I start but Sarah interrupts me.