Never in a million years did I think I could find such joy and fulfilment in another’s arms. Never did I think I could feel so empty and so complete at the same time. Frank embraced me, befuddled my senses with his touch, his scent, his kiss to the point where he left me gasping, aching, moaning for him and the final release I knew only he could give me.
He poised himself against my center, staring deep into my. Then he whispered, a pinched, intense emotion in his eyes, “I love you, Crystal.”
“I love you too.”
And then, I surrendered to his ministrations, knowing that I could never desire or love anyone else as much.
Epilogue
Jack
“Is it just me or is something really weird going around?” I exclaimed, embracing my bottle of scotch as I looked from the dancing bride to the beaming groom and back again. Just to be sure, I looked to and fro one more time, shaking my head.
Frank King was the last person on earth I expected to get married. Seeing the vision before me, I was officially shaken to my tiny little toes.
I often joked that Frank must have been a judge in his past life. He was such a self-righteous goody-two-shoes. In all the years I’ve known him, he’d never broken a single rule. Not even the pact. Especially not the pact.
So imagine my reaction when I’d been at my summer home, partying and enjoying the hot view of two girls getting their game on before me, when one of the servants approached me with a golden envelope. I opened it, saw the words “You are cordially invited to the holy matrimony of….” And when I’d seen ‘Frank King’ as the groom, I screamed.
The first thought to cross my mind was: If someone is playing a prank on me right now, then ha ha ha, well played.
But then I realized that it was real. He was actually getting married.
I wasn’t about to miss this.
As I watched him laughing as he whirled the bride around the dance floor – what was her name again? Crystal? – I had an overwhelming urge to, I don’t know, bark and howl? In frustration?
I’d had a brief conversation with him earlier where I expressed my disbelief and he actually laughed, saying that he’d thought so too. He’d been afraid of what was happening, he told me. But then he’d explained everything Tom who finally told him some cheesy stuff like “Love rarely waits for permission, you’ll regret it if you let her go”, before he finally realized that he was falling in love.
Was it just me or did none of this make any sense to anyone?
“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I turned around to the last member of the Merry Men club who also hadn’t gotten married; Kevin. The damn workaholic who wasn’t even paying me any attention.
“Kevin!” I snapped, “Will you stop looking at that phone? See the enormous danger we’re in!”
“What danger?” He mumbled without even lifting his eyes from the gadget. And I had no doubt that he was reading some email from work or tracking some deal his company was about to close.
Frankly, out of the five of us, Kevin was the one most attached to work. I wouldn’t call him dedicated but give me a dollar and I’ll call him a giant ball of never-ending annoyance. He seemed to completely forget that he was already a multi-billionaire. He handled his business like it was his oxygen and nothing we ever said seemed to have any effect.
“Never mind.” I sneered, turning back to look at the couple.
Swirling the glass of scotch, I admitted that this love disease going around the club was certainly making me nervous. First, it was Richard, then Tom – who, by the way, was the club’s founder – and now Frank? Who was next? Kevin or me?
Hell no!
I shivered and took a quick gulp of scotch, rejecting that curse immediately. Of all five of us, I was the worst candidate for love. I couldn’t even stomach the thought of being with the same girl for long. In fact, that was why I joined the club in the first place. I was a playboy by nature and the club gave me a legitimate excuse to live my life without ever getting married. It was so damn convenient.
So, this ‘love demon’ – whatever it was – had better not come near me. It was so not my cup of tea.
A blonde girl in a tight red dress smiled at me from the dance floor, distracting my train of thought, and I winked at her, making a mental note to walk up to her later. I had a party coming up soon. So I needed female company. A lot of female company.
Want to know what happens next? Stay tuned for "Drawn To Jack" Book 4 of the Alpha Billionaire Secret Club. Coming out on the 28th of May 2020
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