Page 28 of Face-Off with my Childhood Best Friend

“You own me,” he growls when my nails scratch into his flesh.

He owns me, too. He always has. Nobody came close to owning my heart like he did—I suppose he never gave it back when we were younger.

“I own you as much as I love you,” I moan out as he grips my ass, and my pussy flutters around his cock.

He thrusts into me. His hips snapping forward into mine. And I’m loving every moment.

Electricity shakes down my spine, landing at my core. I never thought I’d climax again, but as my pussy clenches around his length, I know I’m climbing to that perfect place again.

“Come for me now, wife,” he grunts. “I can feel you... Oh... Yes. Come for me.”

My stomach tightens and my pussy throbs. “Oh...” I press my lips against his neck, inhaling him.

“Yes, Nads.” His hips snap back, and when he slams back into me, his body stiffens against mine. He groans out my name again, deep and low, as his cock pulses inside me and he fills me with his cum.

He drops his body onto mine and kisses my lips. “I love you,” he whispers against my mouth.

“I love you.”

Oscar is the only man who I’ve loved for my entire life, and it turns out he did me.

I once thought we were star-crossed lovers. But now I know we’re soulmates and the journey we took to find our second chance with each other was part of the fairy tale.

And this fairy tale, like they’re supposed to, found it’s perfectly happy ever after.

Epilogue

Oscar - Three Years Later

As Nadia reaches the end of the runway, the audience claps enthusiastically.

I give her a smile of encouragement. She’s trained to keep a straight face, but her lips quirk upward slightly.

I know she used to suffer with anxiety. She always doubted her place in the industry. Not now. Her confidence is evidence. As it should be. She is one of the top models in the world.

And she is a top model.

After our story made headlines, she received many calls and emails from various agencies in New York looking to sign her. It cemented her decision to stay in New York.

After considering the offers, Nadia went with the agency that offered the contract with less sign-up years. She believed that the contract would give her more freedom to pursue other interests and opportunities. We were also concerned about a long-term commitment since we were trying for children the moment we got married.

And now her agency is desperate for her to re-sign with them. I think she will, she’s happy with the work they book for her. Like today. We are in Miami for fashion week.

I hired a private plane and brought her grandpa, sister Lucia, her parents, and... mine. Though, that’s a little awkward considering that since their divorce they’ve hardly spoken, and even now, my father is sitting next to Lucia. Ensuring he is as far away from my mother as possible.

Honestly, I’m not complaining. I’m surprised he came at all.

Nadia turns to walk back down the runway with fearless strides, and when she reaches backstage, I turn to our families and smile.

I love seeing the faces of everyone I brought, especially her beloved grandpa, as they fill with pride.

I lift my wrist and check my watch.

She’ll be on again in around four minutes with everyone who is walking for maternity wear designer, Hetty Andre, the wife of Miami quarterback, Pierre Andre.

Oh yes, my wife is four months pregnant.

Minutes later, she walks the runway again. The dress clings to her growing bump, and I love the smile that graces her face as she looks at me and then at our son.

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