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I’m spent, but I don’t move from where I’m perched when he withdraws, tucking himself back into his slacks and sitting back in his chair, peridot eyes drinking me in the way my pussy leaks out our cum. He grabs his phone and snaps a picture, throwing his phone down to relax. He’s still dressed, only his sleeves are rolled up and the sight of his strong, tatted forearms makes me happy.

He finally grabs a few tissues and cleans me up, then holds his arms out for me to sit on his lap and he plants a kiss on my cheek. “You are… divine, Siren. I love you with all that I am.”

Warmth floods through me, making me want to squirm. “I love you, Maverick.” I sigh as we sit silently together.

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For the second time today, I’m checking my reflection in the mirror. Heels on. Red dress on point, makeup is flawless. They didn’t tell me where we’re going only to dress up. So I did.

As soon as I step out of my bedroom and climb up the stairs, it’s gotten colder. I got up to the final floor, seeing the door leading to the rooftop open and clamber up those steps, too. I can hear soft cello music playing so of course now I’m suspicious.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They shout as soon as my head pops up and Kronos barks happily.

I gasp when I see them.

My beautiful men, dressed to the nines in tailored suits, then giggle when I see my happy boys, Kronos and Lucifer in little Cupid costumes.

The space heaters Damon had installed are on making it much warmer and twinkling lights are dangling from the fenced-around roof to our left is the New York City skyline. In the center is a table set up for four, along with candles and wine, and as I approach, I laugh at the contents in the center, bringing tears to my eyes.

Gourmet pizza and pasta from my favorite place on Seventh Street in Kingston.

My men approach me, Jonas first, then Damon, and lastly Maverick. I bend to nuzzle Kronos and Luci lets me pet him, but I’m sure it’s more so to take off the little cap I’m sure Jonas wrangled him to put on. Little hellion. I relieve him of it, which makes him purr and they take me so we can have our candlelit dinner and look at the skyline.

It's only then that I recognize the music playing –mine. The symphony I orchestrated from scratch. My death lullaby.

And as I take my seat and Damon pushes in my chair, Jonas hands me a manilla envelope. I arch a brow as I take it, and open it up, my jaw dropping at the documents.

It's from a record label.

Jonas is biting his lip nervously. “I know you want to go to Julliard, and I want you to do whatever it is that you want. But all the views you’ve gotten from our Instagram reels,” I didn’t mind that he would post me playing guitar or any other instruments. My room looks like a music store with how many instruments I’ve accumulated while recording. “They reached out, baby. They seewhat we see – how incredible you are. My mom had her lawyers meet with theirs. Babe, they want to work with you. There are bands out there asking for you to play a violin or cello section for their songs.”

I worry my lip, but Damon places a warm hand over mine. “You wouldn’t have to leave New York. They have an office and recording studio here.”

I let out a sigh of relief just as Maverick brushes my arm with his fingertips, sending goosebumps up my arm and to my shoulder. “But if you want to put this on hold, and finish school, that’s okay, too. Whatever you want, we want for you as well.”

“Marry me,” I blurt out.

“Oh, fuck yeah, butwedo the asking, baby. Not you.” Jonas laughs. “This may be the least traditional relationship ever, but I’ll be traditional with that. You don’t have to think about this right now, baby. I couldn’t wait to tell you, but they made me promise to hold off until tonight.”

I grin at my men, “I’ll… th-think about… it.” I promise. Because they’re right, Julliard is my dream. Well, one of many. As the pizza boxes open and we start eating the best pizza in the entire continental US, looking over at the skyline, Kronos and Luci at my feet, the conversation flowing… I’m pretty sure I’m livingthedream.

I check my wrist.

Jonas.

Damon.

Maverick.

Yeah, it’s real.

And it’s mine.

The End.

Or is it…?

Epilogue

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