Diamond Kisses - Page 212

“Reading what?” Abandoning the towels, she threw herself beside me and reached for the paper.

I let her. “Fact delivered as fiction. As he once said.”

“Oh, is this his book?” Tess sat cross-legged and flicked through the pages. “He finally finished?”

I nodded, scowling. “He wanted my opinion before submitting it to a publisher.”

“And? What do you think?”

“He’s listed almost every deletion we’ve performed together. He’s playing with fucking fire.”

“Yeah but no one will believe it’s real.” Her eyes skimmed a middle chapter. “Oh wow, he really does list everything.”

“What if Priti or Lino figure out that it’s true?”

Tess grinned her savage little grin. “Then they’ll be proud to have such badass fathers.”

“And if law enforcement get tetchy?”

“Meh, they’ve turned a blind eye to you for decades. It’s a story. A gruesome one but…still just a story.” Bundling up the pages, she placed the stack on her bedside table. “I think it’s good that people see the truth, even if they don’t believe it’s real.”

Crawling over me, she straddled my hips and unbuttoned my shirt with that familiar look in her blue-grey eyes. “Now…maître.”

Instantly, the beast inside me woke up.

Yanked at its leash.

Got ready to play.

Grabbing her around the waist, I threw her off me, launched off the bed, and tossed her over my shoulder. “You know what happens when you call me that, esclave.”

She squirmed as I spanked her ass. “I get lucky?”

I chuckled. “No. You get to scream.”

Epilogue Four

………………………….

Peter

Another couple of years later…

“OH MY GOD. LOOK!” LUCY dashed toward the quaint bookshop as we strolled through central London. Her bright red hair shone like fire in the late afternoon sunshine. Her luscious curves bundled in thick winter woollies.

We’d caught the tube to the city for the weekend. Scoping out the local pubs for ideas and menu additions.

Ever since I’d purchased the rambling two-hundred-year-old pub off her father, Lucy had agreed to help me run it even though she’d been studying to go into hotel management. I’d said…why not do both?

We had the space.

The time.

The drive.

She’d come up with the great idea to renovate the unused attic into cute bedrooms instead of building an addition. Together, we’d turned a breaking-even business into a tidy money earner.

It also helped that Henri had deposited five million euros into my bank account.