Page 91 of Marrying Mr. Majestic

“I agree. But after that, we made a pact to keep our wealth a secret. Thankfully, we’d never told our families just how much money we’d gotten in the deal, and then after Dev’s brother died, we told everyone we’d given most of it to endow a charity in his name. In truth, we did give quite a bit to endow the charity, but we were still left with an obscene amount of money.”

“Define obscene.”

The number always made my stomach lurch. “A billion dollars.”

“Fuck,” Way breathed.

“Each,” I added.

His eyes widened comically. “Silas.”

“I know. It’s terrifying.”

His hands moved back to my face and held me until I met his eyes. “I understand why you needed to keep it a secret.” His voice was soft and kind. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. But you didn’t need to tell me.”

“I did. I do.” I smiled at him. “You see, the deal was… we agreed not to tell anyone other than our life partners.”

Way’s blue eyes lit with understanding. “Your husband.”

“My husband.” The word was precious, a treasure on my tongue. “My beloved husband.”

I lifted his shirt off and leaned forward to press a kiss to the center of his chest. His skin was warm and familiar. His strong hands moved to my shoulders and down my back. He murmured words of love as I moved to kiss as much of him as I could reach.

“Want you as close as possible,” he said as I pulled open his pants and stroked his cock through the cotton of his boxer briefs. “Want you inside me.”

I stood up and pulled him up with me so I could finish removing our clothes. And then I spent the next several hours giving my husband the wedding night he deserved.

TWENTY-NINE

WAYLON

Spending the night in Silas’s giant bed with the city lights spread out beyond his high-rise window had been surreal, but knowing he loved me, that he was willing to be with me for real, was what was truly blowing my mind.

“You awake?” his morning-graveled voice rumbled from behind me.

“Yeah. This view is unbelievable. I’ve seen it in movies, but seeing it in person is wild.”

I felt the soft press of his lips on my shoulder. “You’ve never been to the city before?”

“Nah. Sheridan came here one time with a friend. You know JoJo Reynolds with all the kids? Her parents brought them out here for her sixteenth birthday to see a show and tour around.”

Silas shifted me around to face him. The dark beard shadow on his face was accompanied by a few pillowcase marks, making him look adorably sleep-rumpled.

He reached over to pull his phone off the charger on the nightstand before squinting at the screen. “Update on Camille from her doctor… doing fine. Uneventful night… should be coming out of sedation in the next couple of hours. They’ll let me in then.”

I let out a breath. “Thank god.”

He put the phone back on the nightstand and turned back to face me. “You can do some touristy things while I’m at the hospital, and if you want, I can get someone from the office to show you around.”

I reached out to trace the pillowcase marks on the side of his face with my fingers. “Baby, I’m coming with you to the hospital. I want to meet Camille, and I’m not leaving you to face the day alone.”

“Security’s tight. I don’t know if they’ll let you in.”

I leaned forward to press a kiss to his prickly cheek. “I’m your legal spouse, which makes me Camille’s brother. How can they not let me in?”

Silas’s eyes widened before he let out an incredulous huff. “Holy fuck. You’re right.” He let out another laugh and murmured, “Legal spouse.”

“What’s so funny? It’s true.”

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