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I brushed away a rose petal from Briar’s eyelashes, and then I kissed her like she was meant to be kissed—passionately, endlessly, and full of reverence.
She tasted like roses, and sunlight, and mine.
This time, I made the right decision.
I chose her over t...
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“Missed you.”
Ollie nuzzles his nose into my neck. “You should’ve let me pick you up.”
“I’m not stepping between that woman and her spiced pumpkin pie with a bulletproof vest, a first-aid kit, and a new pair of running shoes.”
“She spent an hour ranting about the gingerbread crust. I was seconds from orchestrating a national emergency just to interrupt the broadcast.”
“You should kiss it better.”
Without a warning, he spins me to face him and sears my lips with his, threading his fingers through my tangled hair.
He tastes like vanilla, brown sugar, and mine.
“If you two are gonna fuck on my property, at least roll out a blanket to catch the fluids.” That comes from Seb,
“Hey, BR.” Seb peeks his head out and salutes me.
“I would say I missed you, but my Netflix suggestions finally got back to normal.”
My jaw drops. “It’s my...
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“We could’ve snuck in a quickie in the airport parking lot if you let me pick you up.”
These days, I split my time between Potomac and LA almost 50/50 with Oliver following me back and forth nearly every week.
I even got him to fly commercial once, which he described as a complete assault on his personal space and dignity.
Ollie whips out a blue rose from his back pocket, tucks it into my hair, and lead...
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Turns out, the packages I stumbled upon in the corridor leading to Sebastian’s wing aren’t Oliver’s hoarding...
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All these years, Ollie never stopped picking out gifts for me wherever he traveled. Now he lets me open a n...
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“No can do, Cuddlebug.” He rifles through a few boxes, forming a side stack of ones he’s most excited for.
“How else can I guarantee your return?”
“You have ten seconds to open a present or we won’t make it to Thanksgiving dinner.”
I grab the nearest one and tear it open, revealing the worn pages of a vintage book. The Woman in White.
“I love it, Oliver. T...
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“I like reading smut, though.”
Well here we are lmao
“Oliver von Bismarck, are you jealous?”
“Jealous?” He recovers fast, snatching the rose from my hair by its stem and feathering the petals between my breasts.
“Not a chance. Just reminding you of the chaos you create when you le...
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“This is dinner.”
He takes my hand at the bottom step.
introduce myself to local eco activists, and drum up sustainable room service menus for all 6,000 Grand Regent properties.”
“What can I say? There’s no turning back.”
He brings my engagement ring to his mouth and kisses the knuckle, staring right into my eyes.
“I’m all in, Briar. LA, the Barbie outfits, the fuc...
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Hell, I don’t care if you ask me to climb Mount Everest and singlehandedly carry down every piece ...
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There is nothing I won’t do to mak...
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Apparently, they involve an unhealthy amount of liquor and lots of pointless arguments.
I never realized “family bonding” is code for “who can yell the loudest.”
“You guys named me Oliver after the Olive Garden, while you named Sebastian after some shredded Roman sculpture.”
Lol
Their argument goes on as I pile my carnivorous offerings to Sebastian onto a heated plate. Cajun turkey, Andouille stuffing, cornbread, and boudin.
Dallas leans past Romeo and Frankie to spy on me. “Are you squirreling away food for later?”
“And I bought the cutest tropical island.” Ollie claims the seat beside mine, looping an arm around my back.
“It’s in the Caribbean. Has a nice runway, so we can all fly private.”
For Sebastian, actually. If we want him at the wedding, we need to sneak him into the venue, and if we want to sneak him in, we need to avoid customs.
The only way to do that includes a $45M purchase just past the Virgin Islands.
As soon as the ribbon unravels, the sides of the box collapse onto the table, revealing something sleek and metallic.
“A flamethrower,” Romeo provides, brow arched. “For your shrubs. Remember?”
Oliver leans forward to inspect it. “Not what I had in mind when I said I’d support your hobbies.”
