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Which left the pink one for me. “Is this mine?” I whispered. “It’s so pretty.”

“Pretty for our pretty one,” Marek said.

Leon took the ring and took my left hand, sliding it onto my ring finger. “We can’t make this legal, but we sure as hell can make the same promise to you.”

I was so stunned, so shocked. So emotional. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Is it pink topaz? It’s just so pretty! I love it. I love you both. This is perfect.”

Marek chuckled. “No, darling. It’s not a topaz. It’s a pink diamond.”

I stared at him, then at Leon, at the ring, and back to them. I could feel the colour draining from my face, and I could not form the words to tell them...

This must have cost so much money. Too much money. Far too much...

Leon laughed and took my hand, kissing my new ring. “You won’t lose it, youcanaccept it, youcanwear it,youdodeserve it. Did I cover everything you were about to say?”

The only response I was capable of was to burst into tears and nod.

They held me tight, both kissing the sides of my head. “Is this kind of forever okay, princess?” Marek murmured.

I nodded, crying some more. “’S perfect.” I looked up at them, tears and all, hiding nothing. “Please take me upstairs. I need to be naked and in between you both for hours and hours.”

Leon laughed and hoisted me up onto his hips. “Whatever our princess wants,” he said, walking up the stairs as if I weighed nothing.

Marek followed us up, grinning at me. “Our princess gets.”

EPILOGUE - KYLAN

SIX MONTHS LATER

“We did it!”Fitch cried, holding his laptop. “Look! Come take a look! We fucking did it.”

Benji and I both went to him, leaned in, and looked at the screen.

One hundred thousand followers.

When we’d taken our Only Fans public, we’d set goals. Realistic goals, normal goals, and stupid crazy goals. We’d laughed and wrote down dream income, dream follower numbers, dream rankings, all written down on a whiteboard in our small and dingy apartment.

We’d blown all the realistic goals out of the water in the first month.

It was absurd how fast it happened.

We’d exceeded every goal we’d set for ourselves. And the outlandish goals we’d written down as an impossible joke? We smashed those too.

It was more money than I could have ever dreamed possible. And we hadn’t just renewed our lease. We’dbought the damn apartment. Well, the three of us had paid a decent deposit and were paying it off.

It helped to havetheLeon Ellington and Marek Akhurst do the contract negotiations and working out our legal property contract between me, Fitch and Benji. We set up a company, The Wylde Street Boys, sorted everything out properly and legally. Four lawyer daddies made a very strong team, and our little apartment had become our studio and our head office. We had it painted, a still tiny but brand-new kitchen installed, new bathroom fixtures.

And it was ours.

Well, the mortgage was ours, but we had a smart repayment plan, and we were making amazing money to even have it paid off early. It all seemed so surreal.

We’d really focused on our business after Benji’s first day in court. The media had gone crazy, and he’d needed the distraction and something else to focus his energy on.

He’d suggested a marketing strategy, working out plans and spreadsheets on percentages, income, and expenditure allocations. Fitch worked on social media accounts for our page, and I concentrated on editing and producing our content.

We made a damn good team.

I still had plans for studying. That hadn’t changed. I was taking some introduction courses to help prepare me for university in the new year.

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