They flew back to Wilmington and arrived to sunny skies with proudly puffed clouds, even though Jamison had planned to stay in sunny Jamaica. But for some reason Marq had a wild hair up his ass and told her that she was to go nowhere without him. Once they landed, he had her at his mercy. They were back on the road, and when he passed the exit for downtown and his condo, she was perplexed. But he wouldn’t provide her with any clues and kept their destination to himself.
They made their way down the road only to cross a bridge and continued on the same street, which was unimaginatively named Bridge Road. The isle was small and seemed more of a spit than a true island. The sign on the way in proclaimed the area was called Eight-Figure. Most of the houses there seemed to be valued at roughly that amount, Jamison thought with a laugh. They pulled into the driveway of a large house, and Marq opened her car door for her. The house was a blue gray, with a circular drive banded with hedges and numerous windows all spanning the side of the home. Although, manse was closer to accurately describing the immense size of the domicile they looked up at. It was only a fraction of the square footage of the family manor, but there was plenty of room, for a football team.
“Follow me.” Marq held his hand out.
“All right, who are we going to see?”
“Stop being so impatient, Jamison.” He took her hand, and she walked behind him. The house was empty. Only a handful of drapes covered the immense expanse of windows that spanned each wall. There was a ridiculous amount of space. She could fit the eleven hundred employees from her old job on the property and still have space to mill around in. There were three floors that made up the main portion of the house. The entry where she stood currently exposed the full height of the house and the curved staircase that led to the upper floors.
“Who lives here, Marq?”
“I don’t know. Depends.”
“On what?”
“Do you like it?” No way. Could he mean what she thought he did?
“Yes, of course. Who wouldn’t? Even if I haven’t seen all of it yet.” It didn’t matter what the rest looked like. She was sold at the beauty of the entrance alone. As he walked with her, she saw the house was fully refurbished and modern. There was an elevator, but Marq did mention a second one somewhere. There was even a dumbwaiter that stopped in the kitchen and laundry room.
“Come with me and take a look then.” She passed a kitchen that even Gordon Ramsay could find no fault with. The ultramodern space was completely outfitted with stainless steel and granite, plus it boasted two separate freezer drawers, along with the two freestanding kitchen islands. She even guessed she could sleep in the sink, it was so deep and large. Just to furnish the house would be a job in and of itself. When they reached the backyard, there was a large swimming pool and a small patio with a hot tub. The opposite side of the house was nothing but fence to hide the owners from the beach just a scant handful of feet away from the edge of the property. The neighbors to the left and right were closer than she would have personally preferred as the yard was much longer in area than wide. But otherwise, she was in love with the man and the house.
“So, what do you say? Do you want this house?”
“Yeah, I think I would be a colossal jackass to say no.”
“You haven’t seen the bedrooms yet.”
“Wow and it comes with bedrooms, too? I would happily sleep in the sink.”
“That would be a problem considering.”
“What?”
“That I won’t fit in there with you. So I guess what I’m saying is will you take the house? Although it does come with a snooty, overbearing man who enjoys sex a bit too much as part of the package.”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“On whether or not there is a rock to go with it.”
“Yeah, about that. I did find a really nice one, and I thought of you when I saw it.”
He pulled something from his pocket. When he opened his hand, there was a plastic egg in it. It was one of the ones she used to get from the grocery store when she was a kid and her father was still alive, and later ADD in memorial. Jamison didn’t realize she wept until she tasted the tears on her lips.
“Jamison Melrose, will you marry me?” He handed the pink capsule out to her, and she cracked the halves open and exposed the rock she’d just requested. It was a large chocolate baguette cut diamond, and the band was paved with smaller versions of the larger stone. She nodded, and he pulled her close, held her until her breaths were even.
“So about the house?”
“Yeah, Jamie, baby?”
“This is where you want to live?”
“Yeah, I would rather not live in Fort Fisher. I think my brothers have that on lockdown, plus we can be alone here.”
“Marq, you can be an asshole, you know that right? But you had me sold anyway, so I may as well not play coy.”
“Yeah, but you love it. And I’m glad you like the house because we already own it. Or will own it in a week when the sale finishes closing.”
“You were that sure of yourself?”
“Nope, I was that sure of you.” He smirked, and Jamie elbowed in him in the ribs and she made sure the jab of joint in his chest hurt. Marq merely winced and laughed gamely.
“So you want to christen some of these rooms with me and your new rock?”
Jamison laughed and agreed with him. “Yes, let’s.”
They started in the kitchen, his cock was inside of her and rampant. Then he picked her up, and they tested the strength of the dumbwaiter next.
Epilogue
Jamison’s wedding was elegant perfection. It was simple, meaning small, per her request, and there were only forty guests. The ceremony was beautiful, and she married the man of her dreams in front of the Hollywood sign in a vintage Chanel gown chosen by Marq and jeweled flip-flops she chose for herself. Her best female friends were her bridesmaids, and the woman that was always a bridesmaid was now the bride. Jamison had no idea how he got permits or even any form of permission for something so over the top, but that was part and parcel of her husband, the eccentric man that he was.
Duke and Jergen both attended and stood on the bride’s side of the aisle. As she didn’t have any family left, she felt lucky and blessed to be adopted by so many wonderful people who cared about her well-being and needs. Her friends were her family now. The most memorable part of her wedding was in the vows. Marques promised the usual, fidelity, honor, love, and to cherish her. But he also promised that he now had a harem of one. While she promised to love, honor, and satisfy all of his needs in her vows back. Once they were announced as man and wife, Marques kissed her so thoroughly that there was no doubt that he was just as elated as she was about their status change. That night they made love for the first time as man and wife, but unlike most newlywed couples, there were several cameras rolling for posterity in their rented chateau in the Alps to capture the moments within.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Who is Jennifer? A thirty-something single? A mother of two of the most bratty, beautiful kids ever? Well, she is all of that and more. Jennifer is still fixing mistakes by day and falling in love with her novel heroes at night. She hates juggling, but she seems to be quite good at it, and as a consequence she has thirty projects going at once. Actually, she is quite bland and not in a mysterious way. Lately, she has found herself fending e-mails and writing as much as she can. Occasionally, she gets a wild hair up her keister and wears her afro out. As always, her fascination with procrastination keeps her from getting her website together, but one of these days… But if you would like to talk to her, feel free to send a shout-out to [email protected] (or send a request to the same e-mail on Facebook), and she is on twitter @wildinthewillow.
Also by Jennifer Willows
Siren Allure: The Moreland Brothers 1: Bound by Accident
Siren Allure: The Moreland Brothers 2: Lust f
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