Page 95 of Reveal Me
‘You heard me, marry me.’ He nuzzles into my neck.
‘You’re just trying to lock me down before Jaxon sells my paintings and I become a billionaire like you.’ All joking aside, my heart is hammering in my chest.
His deep laughter brushes over my skin, sending goosebumps rippling in every direction.
‘Answer the question.’
‘You didn’t ask one. It was more of a demand.’ As ever, my dom likes to boss me around, and I am here for it.
He pulls his head from my neck to look at me. Our eyes lock, and that ever present chemistry pulses between us. ‘Layla Sinclair, you might be my submissive in the bedroom, but in life, you’re my partner, my equal, and my absolute fucking everything. Will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife?’
‘Yes.’ It’s barely more than a whisper, but it’s filled with certainty.
The rain continues to patter against the windows as Sean sinks himself inside me. Nothing else matters but him. He is my life now.
And it’s everything I ever dreamed it could be.
EPILOGUE
Sean
June.
Tonight is the night. Where better to introduce my fiancé to my family than the grand opening of Caelon’s new flagship hotel, Beckett Bliss Dublin.
‘How do I look?’ Layla asks, adjusting the diamond collar at her throat. The ring on her finger tells the world she’s mine, but she still insists on wearing the first diamonds I gave her. And I love that.
In a black silk dress that hugs every single one of her sexy curves, she looks like a goddess, but more importantly, she looks happy. Free.
‘You look like you’re about to give my brothers heart attacks,’ I tell her, straightening my bow tie in the mirror.
‘Good.’ That defiance flashes in her eyes—the one that first caught my attention in the club. ‘I’ve been looking forward to this for months.’
The press had a field day with Layla’s official announcement, but we weathered the storm safely tucked away at Blackstone House. The public were shocked, distraught even, but I’m confident they’ll come round. She’s agreed to featurein Okay magazine next month, and she’s going to reveal all—well, all except Reveal, the BDSM club she now co-runs with me.
Tonight is our first public appearance as a couple. The hotel opening is perfect—high profile enough to make a statement, but controlled enough that we won’t be mobbed.
‘Are you nervous?’ she asks, slipping her arms around my waist.
‘Excited.’ I admit, staring into her huge chocolate eyes. ‘My family are going to lose their shit when they realize who you are.’
‘Who I was,’ she corrects, a wry smile touching her lips.
‘You’ll always be a princess to me.’
She laughs, the sound filling our bedroom with warmth. ‘Flatterer.’
‘Realist.’
‘Come on, we’ve waited long enough. Let’s do this.’ She slips her hand in mine as we make our way downstairs. Ben is waiting outside the front entrance with the Bentley. Anderson and his team are in a Range Rover behind, ready to follow us.
‘Good evening, lovebirds.’ Ben opens the car door, and we slide in over the leather seats.
‘Evening, Ben.’
He shakes his head and laughs as I hit the button to close the screen separating the back from the front. My hand gravitates to Layla’s thigh, but she swats it away.
‘Don’t even think about it. I’m about to meet your mother, for goodness sake!’ She fires me a warning look and crosses her legs. ‘Besides, you’ll ruin my make-up.’
