Page 87 of Yours Until Forever

“Throw pillows, Gage.” Olivia gives him a press of her lips and a shake of her head. “Every bed needs them.”

His eyes come to me. “Not mine. I’m not there for the fucking pillows.”

His family join us, and the conversation shifts from throw pillows to Ethan and Maddie’s honeymoon. Which is great timing, since Gage has aRound Two, Princesslook in his eyes,and I was three seconds away from sexually malfunctioning in public.

We spend another hour with his family and while everyone’s getting ready to leave, Olivia scrolls her phone and murmurs, “Shit.” Then, looking up at Gage, she hands him her phone and says, “This was just posted.”

His expression reveals nothing while he reads and still offers nothing when he shows it to Bradford. Neither look as fazed by whatever they’re reading as Olivia.

She glances between them. “Are you going to do anything about it?”

Gage eyes his brother. “If you want me to, I will. But as far as I’m concerned, I don’t give a fuck about it.”

“It shouldn’t affect me,” Bradford says. “I’ll run it by the team.”

Gage nods, and it seems, that’s that.

And then we’re all saying goodbye, and I get swept up in that. Then, once Gage gets me back to his place, I get swept up in him. So, it’s not until my brother texts me later that night that I remember the suspense of what Gage had said he didn’t give a fuck about.

We’re getting ready for bed, and I’ve just walked into Gage’s bathroom to show him a photo on my phone of our girls that I snapped during the week at school pickup when Tim’s texts come through. I rest my hip against the counter to read them while Gage alternates between brushing his teeth and eye-fucking my boobs.

Tim:

YOU’VE BEEN HOLDING OUT ON US.

He sends a link to an Instagram post.

Tim:

Amelia. Amelia. Amelia.

Tim:

You forgot to tell us your new boyfriend is a full-blown sex overlord.

Tim:

He owns five sex clubs. FIVE!

Tim:

That’s not a red flag. That’s a goddamn parade and I am WAVING.

Tim:

Okay, but real talk. Gage gives “has a custom-built throne in the VIP dungeon” vibes.

Tim:

Leather. Shadow lighting. Only answers to “Sir.”

Tim:

Or maybe he’s more “I wear suits while I spank you and quote business stats” energy.

Tim:

I swear if one of those clubs doesn’t have a themed night called “Submit & Sip”, I’m starting a petition.

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