The Trouble With Us: A Second Chance Love Triangle (The Forbidden Love 2)

Will laughs, leaning his lips against my ear. “A dirty wife, how did I get so lucky?”

“You didn’t break the pinky promise.”

While my father continues to play, our families join us, each couple dancing to the soft melodies making it the perfect night.

There is so much love in the room, and as I take a moment to let it all sink in, I wonder how I got so lucky to be blessed with such a beautiful life.

To be loved unconditionally no matter the mistakes I’ve made in the past.

Yet the greatest gift of all is the man who had been there all along. Since the day I came into this world, his heart was always destined to belong to me.

My husband—Will Romano.

We celebrate well into the night until our family begins to leave, aside from Will’s and mines parents.

“So, Dad,” Will begins with a serious expression on his face, “I know you’re bummed you didn’t get to throw a bachelor party for me, but I thought I’d throw one anyway.”

Uncle Rocky’s eyes light up when a knock on the door follows. He rubs his hands in delight, much to Nikki’s amusement. Will opens the door for the sound of a whip to crack and echo through the large suite.

“Hello, I’m Madam Kiska,” the thick Russian accent dominates the room.

Uncle Rocky’s jaw drops, his eyes bulging as he becomes speechless.

“Oh, sweet Jesus.” Dad buries his head in his hands. “We meet again.”

The woman is much older and probably shouldn’t be wearing a leather corset. Her back appears a bit stiff as she saunters in the nine-inch heels. Gosh, I hope she doesn’t fall over in them.

“So, tell me,” Madam Kiska commands, “Who has been a bad boy?”

All of us point to Uncle Rocky as she whips out her handcuffs, his eyes widening in fear. He begins to shake his head, hiding behind Nikki. “Oh hell no. I am not falling for that again.”

We all break out into a fit of laugher, my stomach hurting from the look on his face. Never in my life have I seen him so terrified.

I stand corrected—this just made it the perfect night.

And now, the best is yet to come….

Our happily ever after as Mr. and Mrs. Edwards Romano.

Epilogue

WILL

Marrying Amelia in Vegas was the easy part.

Then life happened.

We easily fell into wedded bliss, taking a few days off after a quick honeymoon in Upstate New York. The cabin was in the middle of the woods with no phone reception, forcing us both to unwind.

Perfect—since the only thing on my mind was to devour every inch of Amelia’s body in all ways possible.

I swear, she broke me to the point where we couldn’t have sex for one whole day, the both of us needing to recover. I felt just as bad, ravaging her body at my pleasure, yet neither one of us complained. Impossible, after the multiple orgasms and forbidden stroll into the woods where I fucked her in broad daylight against some tree while squirrels watched.

When we arrive back in the city, it’s almost as if our vacation never happened. The takeover meant long hours and day trips out of state. Lex knew I had a lot on my plate with adjusting and tried to help out where he could, but of course—I am controlling by nature and don’t want someone else doing the job for me.

We tried to apartment hunt where possible, adding to our very hectic lives since living out of the Four Seasons was not ideal, and neither was traveling to Amelia’s condo. Our broker showed us apartments on the Upper East Side, but no matter how grand or luxurious they were, none of them satisfied Amelia. It prompted our first argument as a marital couple.

“It’s not that hard,” I told her after we left the fifth place for the day. “You’re a woman. Just pick which penthouse.”