Page 19 of Bought By the Owner's Son
“Get your hands off me,” Senator Walter snaps. “You can’t arrest me. I’ll be out very soon, mark my words,” he roars.
“You’re making a fool of yourself,” Lucian states coldly as his father is being dragged away.
“You’re a failure!” he shouts as they pull him out of the office. “You know why? Because you’re nothing without me. Nothing!”
Lucian turns to me in somber quietness. He takes my chin in his hands and turns my head to check for injuries. “Are you okay, love?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes, I’m fine.” I can’t take my eyes off him. The tears I’ve barely kept at bay come rushing back. “I’m sorry. I know I hurt you. I should’ve trusted you and listened to you. P-please forgive me, Lucian,” I sob.
He drags me into his arms. “I was never angry, my love. Maybe a little hurt. But you were overwhelmed, which is understandable.” He releases me and gently wipes my tears. “I love you with all of me, damaged and all.”
“I love you too. I’ll never stop loving you,” I say, smiling softly at the elation of the moment.
“Will you marry this failure, Elena? I promise to cherish you for the rest of our lives.” His words are soft and tender as he gazes into my eyes.
Tears roll down my cheeks.This man is all mine.
“Yes, Lucian. I’m happy to be yours forever. You’re not a failure—you’re simply mine,” I declare softly.
I don’t know who moves first, but our lips meet. I slide my arms up his neck as he kisses me slowly, and the tension in my body thrums to life. I moan, opening my mouth enough for his tongue to sweep in. Blood rushes to my veins and my nipples tighten in pleasure. I clutch his neck tighter as he strokes his tongue over mine, rendering me breathless.
He slowly lets go with a final kiss and rests his forehead on mine. “We should leave now while I still have some semblance of control,” he rasps.
“Okay,” I whisper, stealing another kiss before pulling back.
The officers want Lucian to make a statement, but he quickly arranges a time to meet with them tomorrow and pulls me gently from the room. As we walk out of the office hand in hand, I glance at him. “How did you know where to find me?” I ask.
He flashes me a quick smile. “I wasn’t going to let you go. So I told my security guard to follow you, only for me to get a call that you entered a strange car. You took away ten years of my life when I heard that. I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he declares, his hand tightening on mine.
“Well, I’ve learned my lesson, and I’m never leaving you either,” I reply, smiling softly at him.
“Good.”
He lifts our joined hands and drops a lingering kiss on mine, his eyes fixed on my face. Those sparkling blue eyes, eyes that I once thought were so cold, now hold the promise of forever.
Epilogue
Lucian
Four years later…
It’s been four years since Elena waltzed into my life, and three years of marital bliss, and I still can’t get enough of her. I watch her from across the garden in my back yard as she laughs with Rose and Bella, Damien and Roman’s wives. Those men are the closest thing I have to friends, and since it’s our third wedding anniversary, I decided to invite them to share in our celebration.
I only have eyes for my wife as I think back on our shared journey. After my father was sentenced to life in prison, and our life had found a semblance of normalcy, I finally convinced Elena to let me help her open her dream café,Heartstrings Coffeehouse.
Now, I look forward to tasting all her new recipes before she introduces them to her customers—one of the many perks of having a wife who loves to bake. Our gazes meet and I grin at her, raising my glass of brandy.
“You have all the time in the world to spend with your wife—you should really focus on the people you’ve dragged here to celebrate with you,” Roman grumbles beside me.
I share another smile with my wife before turning to face him. “I didn’t drag you here, I invited you.” I eye him over my glass as I take a sip of my drink.
“Semantics.”
Damien walks up in that moment and chimes in, “This is a beautiful celebration, Lucian. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” I say, giving him a nod of acknowledgement.
“Not to change the mood, but why don’t we talk business a little bit,” Roman asks. “When is your next auction? I have a client in need of a missing nineteenth-century piece.”
