Page 43 of Flawless Foundations

"Alright, Becca, it's your turn," Pastor John says jovially, and I look at him and laugh, nodding that I'm ready.

"Do you Becca have this man to be your wedded husband, and will you be faithful to him as long as you shall live?" he asks, and my eyes are back on Levi.

"I do," I say, sounding more in control of my emotions than I feel.

"Very well, then repeat after me." And so, I do, repeating the same vows Levi said just moments before.

When I'm done, Pastor John turns slightly to Emmy, and she hands him two rings. He accepts her contribution and then opens his flattened palm before Levi and me. Levi carefully picks up a diamond-covered rose gold band that matches my engagement ring as he repeats, "With this ring, I give you my heart. I promise from this day forward, you shall not walk alone. May my heart be your shelter, and my arms be your home.

I look up at Pastor John, and he holds out his hand to me, nods and I pick up the thick, black-plated Tungsten metal wedding band. With a shaky hand and bated breath, I place it on Levi's finger and repeat after Pastor John.

In a flurry of emotions and words spoken by the Pastor, I'm all caught up in Levi's big brown eyes, which are full of love and tenderness. I feel another tear streak down my cheek, he reaches out and wipes it away with his thumb. I let out a watery laugh. Suddenly, heat replaces the tenderness in his eyes as I hear the pastor say, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Levi cups my face in his hands looks down at me, and with a wolfish grin, he kisses me stupid in front of our makeshift little wedding ceremony. The claps and cheers from the ten in attendance make up for the absence of more guests.

He pulls away, smiling down at me, his eyes bright and glossy. My face is still cupped in his hands. "I love you, Becca King."

Warmth radiates through my body as I smile a smile only for him. I whisper back, "I love you, too."

Epilogue

Levi

Three Months Later...

Sitting at my corner desk in my new office, I realize now how important it is to be able to enjoy the space that you spend ten hours a day or more in. Now that I'm in my father's old corner office, I'm quickly getting used to the CEO's space. There's a private bath with a shower. It always blew my mind why the hell my father needed a full-fledge bathroom in his office. I have yet to use the shower, maybe if I didn't have a sexy as sin wife at home, I'd have more late nights in the office. Possibly, I'd just crash at the office, therefore making a shower come in handy.

Every time Becca has been here, which is often, she makes a comment about trying out the shower. And not to clean off. Normally, those suggestions come before or after a meeting, in which there is no time or a good enough excuse to entertain the thought of office shower sex. What I will entertain is an office quickie, which happens often. With Becca coming into the office a couple times a week to meet with her team on the blog, I'm pleasantly surprised every time I hear the door lock behind her.

The desk phone rings and I hit the answer button. Deb, my amazing new receptionist, speaks over the line.

"Mr. King, I've got a Kevin Harper on the line," her sixty-year-old raspy, grandmotherly voice says.

"Deb, please, call me Levi." I smile, I'll tell her every day until she remembers to call me by my first name. I'm not my father, I'm not stuffy, and I know that for some people, it's hard to have a boss who's younger than you. As the new CEO of King Cosmetics, not only do I expect respect from my team, I also give it freely.

Deb was my first new hire as CEO. I was not going to start off my new position and marriage with a receptionist that attempted to get into my pants every day. After a month in the job, Deb has proven to be one of my best decisions.

"Sorry, Levi," she chuckles. "Kevin is on line one. Don't forget you have a lunch date with Becca in ten minutes."

"Thank you, Deb, this call won't be long." She confirms the call, and a click tells me that I'm now on the line with Kevin.

Keeping him on speaker, I lean back in my chair, ready for whatever shit show he wants to talk to me about today. "Hey, Kevin."

"Hey, man. Glad I caught you."

"I've got less than ten minutes before my next meeting," I tell him, clicking open my calendar.

"I'll be quick. Emmy said King Cosmetics has a foundation they fund for battered women, is that right?" he asks, and I wonder where he's going with this.

"Yes," I draw out the word. Eight years ago, King helped get the foundation up and running.

"Sweet. I've got eight hundred thousand sitting in a bank account that Lucy wants to donate. So, how do we set that up?" The words roll off his tongue so easily that even I have a hard time remembering that the kid grew up in the lower class and never had more than a grand to his name before a few months ago.

"I'll have Deb get you in contact with the right people, you can work out payment with them. That's extremely generous of you, Kevin." Let's just say Kevin is the kind of guy to spend money faster than he can make it. So, color me impressed.

He grumbles, "Yeah, well, don't give me the credit, it's all Lucy."

I chuckle at the mention of the woman that changed his life, just as the woman that changed mine opens the door quietly and walks in. She smiles and takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk.

"Alright Kevin, my next meeting just showed up, I gotta run," I tell him, Becca's eyebrows lift at the name.

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