Page 119 of Knot your Good Girl

“Now?”

“Tonight. I need to get the event over and done with first.”

“I’ll walk with you,” he says, holding out his elbow for me to take and with his free hand he takes a glass of champagne from the server and hands it to me.

“Thank you.”

We make our way back to the ballroom, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the ornate walls as we navigate past the circular tables, finally reaching the stage.

A man diligently works on his laptop, occasionally glancing at the screen behind him.

“Everything ready?” I ask.

“It is. All the items are matched with the screen.”

I smile. “Thank you. It looks like we can get this auction going.”

Epilogue Two - Aiden

Cont/d...

Holly’spresenceattheside of the stage is captivating, as she meticulously ensures every detail of her event unfolds flawlessly.

Her red evening dress hugs her figure, exuding elegance and sophistication. The dress hugs her breasts and highlights her slender waist, flowing gracefully over her hips and cascading down to the floor.

Her hair, once dyed, is now left untouched in its natural pale blonde shade. Her stylist skillfully created a chic plaited bun at the back of her head, giving her a polished appearance.

Her face is mainly neutral. Her beautiful green eyes shimmer, touched with only a layer of mascara, but she went bolder when choosing the crimson lipstick that compliments her dress.

I return her smile when her gaze lands on me.

Despite never having to work another day in her life, she refused to give up working and created a job for herself when I asked what she wanted to do.

She decided the club was missing out on making millions for charities, so she dedicated herself to that cause.

She’s the team’s Fundraising Manager.

She loves it.

And I couldn’t be prouder.

With each step I take towards her, my heart quickens, matching the intensity of our locked eyes. That’s when I see there’s a glistening on her neck and she has the same look she had when she went into heat at Christmas.

I’ve been hoping and praying for another one and as her temperature is rising, I know we’ll be holed up together soon.

I can’t wait.

“And next we have lot number fifty-one...”

Over two point eight million dollars has been raised tonight for different charities and there’s a few lots still to go.

“Who will give me two hundred thousand dollars for a one-week stay on this super yacht?”

As I stare at the screen at the back of the stage, I am mesmerized by the video of a mega yacht gracefully gliding across the crystal blue water.

“You and your guest will fly by private plane to Skiathos, Greece, and from there you’ll be chauffeured here.” He points at the boat on the screen. “The yacht has a full crew and top class chef on board, and they will provide you with whatever you wish.”

I turn to Holly. “Would you like it for our honeymoon?”

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