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The woman I planned to spend every possible morning beside.

For the first time in a very long time…

My future looked exactly the way I’d always hoped it would.

EPILOGUE

Three months Later

I stepped back and smiled. Okay… this? This was beautiful.

The late-afternoon sun glistened across the deep blue Pacific surrounding Eterna as staff moved around me, placing the final details exactly where I’d instructed.

Hundreds of candles flickered among white, cream, and champagne-colored roses arranged with meticulous precision. The entire upper deck looked romantic, elegant, and timeless.

Exactly what Titus had asked for.

I looked down at the rendering in my hand, still unable to believe he’d trusted me with all this.

Three weeks ago, he’d walked into my office and dropped into one of my chairs, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

“I need an event,” he said.

I looked up from my laptop and rested my chin on my fist. “You’re in luck, handsome,” I said, giving him a flirty wink and arching my eyebrow at him. “Granting event-related wishes is kind of my thing.”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “Jesus,” he said, taking a breath. “I need to focus on this, and turning me on right now isn’t helping.”

“Oh, that’s definitely happening when we get home tonight,” I said.

“Did you want to return to the Palisades tonight?”

“I always want to escape this jungle and hide there, but I know we both have a heavy workweek. So, it’s best we stay downtown.”

“It’s why I have a helicopter, mi amor,” he advised.

“I could have sex with you right here on this desk, like we did last week after everyone went home.” I smiled. “I’d be just as happy as if you had me pinned against the wall of your bedroom while we watched the sunset over the ocean as we came together.”

I laughed when his expression went blank. Calculating. His eyes swept over the surface of my desk, most likely remembering when I was on all fours last week, gripping it as I came so damn hard I nearly left nail scratches in it.

I licked my lips, needing to refocus myself.

“What the hell did I come in here for?” he asked with a laugh.

“You need an event,” I said, leaning back and clicking the head of my pen as I slowly swiveled in my chair. “And I told you I was your event-planning fairy godmother.”

“Right,” he blinked. “I also need you to design it.”

“I do that as well,” I smiled, wanting so badly to leave this chair, climb onto his lap, and peel that damn suit off of him.

His mouth twitched. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

He leaned forward, and my eyes dropped to him. “Exclusive guests.”

“Fantastic.”

“I can’t tell you who they are, though.”