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After we finish, we lie in bed together, wrapped in each other’s arms. I feel so content and happy, and I never want this moment to end.
“I’m so lucky to have you,” Jackson says, kissing my forehead.
“And I’m lucky to have you,” I reply, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
We lie there for a while longer, just enjoying each other’s company. It’s moments like these that make me grateful for every day we have together.
“I love you so much sweetheart. You make my heart soar.”
“You are so damn cheesy,” I tell him. “But I promise to love you forever.”
“Cross your heart?” he asks me earnestly.
I can feel my heart bursting when I reply, “And hope to die.”
Because I found forever in this man.
THE END
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Chapter one
Max
There is nothing I would like more than to be on a tropical island licking ice cream off my girlfriend’s tanned body, but instead I am stuck in a three-hour meeting that could have been an email. I groan inwardly. I am so tired of these day-to-day meetings, but this is the obligation no one warns you about when you go into business with your brother. Some days your brother is so wrapped up in his own grief he can’t even see straight. So instead of time with my hot girlfriend, I end up in meetings from Monday all the way to Saturday.
I am exhausted, and I am frustrated.
I would rather be with Mia and her perfect breasts in that hot pink bikini that I like taking off her.
I groan again.
How long is this fucking meeting going to last, anyway?
The other board members must sense the pure boredom on my face because like clockwork Mr. Clint, who has been holding us hostage for the better part of the morning, finally wraps up.
“So that’s it on the new housing project we were looking into, Mr. Cole. I will send the documents to you for review before we can move forward,” Mr. Clint says.
I stand up, thank him for his presentation, and shake his hand. Then I shake the hands of all the other six men in the conference room. I straighten the lapel of my charcoal suit and walk out.
Fucking freedom at last.
