She nods softly, turning her head sideways on the pillow as I nuzzle into her neck and fuck her in long, slow strokes until we both cum.
Then I roll off her and pull the sheet up over her as her breathing deepens and she’s taken by slumber. I should be tired, but I have work to do, so I kiss her lips and whisper into her ear, knowing she’ll hear me in her dreams.
“I love you, princess. You are my world.”
With that, I’m out of the bed, and I get my laptop out. Carrying it through to the long dining table in the living area of the suite, I sit down and log on.
I run my hands through my hair and see I have two emails I’ve been waiting for.
The first is from Malcolm.
Hey partner,
Attached are the pictures from the contractor, showing the completed work at the offices. Everything looks good to me. We are ready for our meetings end of next week. We have other stuff to talk about too, but you asked for radio silence until you called me, so I’m standing by.
Malcolm
I open the next email.
Mr. Vitaglia,
So wonderful to chat with you yesterday, it’s been a long time. I have made the arrangements we discussed, and Miss Tremaine can start the beginning of next month as my intern. I look forward to meeting her and having her creative efforts blossom.
She has an office ready and waiting, as well as my personal recommendation to enter the School of Design at Lambrook, should she so choose.
It’s always been a pleasure to work with you, your family, and your associates.
Speak soon,
Raphael Morgan
Owner, Morgan Design Associates
My heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest. How life can turn so quickly.
Malcolm and I bought out one of the largest personal security companies in the Midwest and are looking to move all of my business into that arena, leaving my former less-savory dealings behind.
I’ve made a deal with the Lucci brothers to buy out my other ventures, and that transition will happen over the coming weeks, making me as legit as I’ve ever been in my life.
Raphael Morgan owns one of the top interior design firms in the state and has worked with me and my family on a number of occasions, as well as many others I know over the years. Tomorrow I will surprise Esme with the offer for her to have a personal internship with Raphael, as well as the chance to enroll in design school if that’s what she chooses.
She already left the DA’s office. The business with her colleague soured the experience for her, and after some soul-searching, she admitted it didn’t feed her heart—and that’s my number one priority to keep safe and sound. So together we decided it was best to leave that behind.
I also met with Sal one last time. We go way back, but he had it coming after what he did to Esme. So I asked to meet him at our old offices, and after I shook his hand, I then proceeded to deliver a shot to his jaw and a knee to his gut, dropping him to the ground.
I said my piece, then helped him up.
Once he understood he’d come too close to what is mine, there was a flicker of the old Sal in his eyes.
He confessed that ever since his wife and daughter were killed in a car accident two years ago, he’s just not cared. I told him not to soil their memory by losing his way anymore and left it at that.
I don’t know that we will ever be friends again, but our shit feels settled, and in my heart, I wish him the best.
I also called in some favors and made sure Nadine got what was coming to her, as well. She’s no longer in the employ of the district attorney, and the IRS is auditing her last three years of tax returns.
I may have walked on the wrong side of the law for a long time, but my connections have connections, and when I need something done, I’m rarely disappointed.
I’m proud as fuck of Esme, though. The day after all the shit went down, she was back at work and had some choice words for Nadine about kindness and how there is a special hell for women who deliberately hurt other women, especially when they’ve already been knocked down. She came home that day from work standing taller, and I made sure she knew how special she is.
Getting up from the table, I walk over to the cabinet where I left my cell and pull up Karen’s number.
She’s at work and expecting my call, so I softly close the bedroom door and walk to the far end of the suite as I dial, keeping my voice just above a whisper.