Gently, he places his index finger on my mouth. “Sometimes, Presley, life doesn’t go according to plan.”
“You’re telling me. I can’t believe I’m going to get on a plane to fly to the Dominican Republic with a man who got married three hours ago. You’re still a jerk, you know.”
“You still love me for being one.”
Unable to control my joy, I smile back at him. “I wouldn’t change it for the entire world.”
And there, in front of the crowd of strangers, Haden has followed his heart, and mine skips along right beside him.
The trip to the Dominican Republic opened my eyes to a whole new world and a new life I would embark on.
Haden’s mission was to get that divorce. In fact, he made sure it was the first thing on the agenda the moment we landed. Okay, maybe not the very first thing. Haden surprised me by flying Gemma and Melissa over. Seeing them at the airport was a huge shock, but it didn’t take me long to figure this puzzle out. Masen needs a sitter because apparently, we aren’t leaving the room unless absolutely necessary.
And Haden was insatiable when we were finally alone.
I could go on and on about that, but my Kitty is delirious and hasn’t been about to talk or walk. In fact, for the first time in my life, she’s blissfully enjoying life on cloud nine. I mean, how did I not know all the positions one could have sex? The former Presley was such a prude, and holy fuck, Haden has a nice way of bringing the kink out of me. I could go on about his piercing and how every orgasm tore through me like a tornado, but what happens in the Dominican Republic, stays in the Dominican Republic.
Of course, I knew Haden is far from perfect. Mr. Stubborn turned into some jealous alpha during our divorce getaway. He was adamant that every busboy was trying to hit on me, and he speculated that maybe I didn’t look ‘freshly fucked’ enough by my man—his crass words, not mine. We scrapped the idea of having lunch by the pool because he needed his fix.
Let’s face it, I won’t complain, ever.
But I learned a valuable lesson. Life isn’t about everyone or everything being perfect. It’s about the misadventures, the unplanned madness of losing your luggage and being forced to spend travel insurance money and going on the best shopping spree ever.
It’s about sitting at the fanciest restaurant and seeing a rat run past the table, only to end up at the closest McDonald’s in your formal wear.
It’s called life.
Perfection is open for interpretation. Society makes us believe that when you find the perfect man, it’s love at first sight, and you say “I do” and buy that dream house. Then you have your two or three kids and live happily ever after.
And guess what? We did the opposite.
Screw a stranger in the alley of a club, fall pregnant, run away with a newly-divorced man to live in a rundown bungalow out of wedlock.
This is our perfect.
And from the moment Haden promised to give me more, I finally understood the meaning of living life to the fullest. I now understand what it’s like to have no plan and live for the moment. I don’t have to become an adrenaline junkie like Haden. I just let fate do its thing. I savor every experience, good and bad, with the man who gives me more.
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The man, Haden Cooper, otherwise known as my #Jerk.
Epilogue
Haden
He’s got that stare.
Those dirty eyes.
Licking his lips in anticipation.
And he’s watching my woman.
She’s oblivious. She always is. Standing across the room, my gaze is steadily on her while she’s talking animatedly with some friends. That dress isn’t helping, and I’m so fucking torn between wanting to see her beautiful body showcased and wanting to belt every fucker who’s looking at her. It’s that fucking slit, the one that rides so far up her thigh, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
And I know what every single fucker in here is thinking. I can read their minds. They are thinking exactly as I am by imagining how perfect her legs would be wrapped around their face. How her huge tits would bounce around as she rode them fast until they blew their load.
But she’s mine.