Page 147 of Addicted

She smiled, tears shining in her eyes. “We really did it, didn’t we? We made it.”

“Yeah, baby,” I said. “We made it.”

She kissed me, soft and sweet. Then I held her in my arms, thinking about everything that had led us to this very moment.

The warehouse on the night we met. The weeks we spent in the crash pad before I moved her to my estate. The frustration, the anger, the obsession. The love that grew from it. The family we built. The life we created.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was ours, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing about the way we came together.

“I love you, Indigo,” I said.

“I love you, too, Maximus,” she said.

As we laid there in each other’s arms, I knew one thing for certain. Indigo Rain Wright was my everything. My wife, my soulmate, the mother of my children.Everything.And I planned to spend the rest of my life showing her exactly how she made a nigga feel.

Addicted.

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