Page 100 of Twist of Fate
“Darlin’, we’ve always been Instagram official.”
My heart flutters as he grabs his phone, opens the camera app, and switches it to selfie mode. With his other hand, he tugs at the collar of my robe, revealing a hint of my skin. Still holding the silky fabric, he bends down and kisses my shoulder.
Click.
I’m so captivated by the whole thing that I hardly notice he’s taken a photo, but when he pulls away and shows it to me, I nearly gasp.
It’s sexy without being graphic. The way I’m gazing down at him as if he hung the freaking moon. The reverence he appears to place in that single kiss.
“It’s beautiful,” I tell him.
“You’re beautiful,” he counters.
With a couple of taps, he posts it to his Instagram account with the one caption that seems entirely appropriate:Mo chroí.
My heartishis now. If I can just figure out a way to convince him to keep it.
* * *
Finn
I just had to pickthatdress, didn’t I?
We’ve been at the super posh Speak Easy for about an hour now. I’ve never seen Ash as excited as she was when we arrived at the hidden entrance and she had to give the secret password to get in.
The woman nearly squealed in delight.
Once inside, she tried to assume a more professional role and view the experience from the perspective of a guest, but it’s been hard.
She’s having way too much fun.
Honestly, the whole team is, and I can’t blame them. This place is amazing. The drinks are classy, the live music is stellar, and the atmosphere is first rate.
Now, if the men would stop leering at my girlfriend, that would be great. Like, right now, there is a bloke at the bar who is attempting to rotate his neck a full ninety degrees just to get a look at her tits as she leans over to grab her drink.
His neck must be cramping, or he needs a drink break. Either way, he turns back toward the bar, and as he does, his eyes meet mine and widen.
I hold his gaze, and he visibly pales, taking in my height and size. Although I may not play rugby anymore, the home gym in my flat does a decent job of keeping me fit and reducing my stress level.
It’s also decent in deterring pervy men because he never looks back. Not even once.
The past two weeks have been the best and worst of my life.
Finally, I am getting to know what it feels like to wake up with Ash in my arms, enjoy a cup of coffee with her in the morning, and explore every inch of her body at night.
It’s fucking paradise.
But ever since news of my father’s second stroke went public, the board has been pressuring me to make my role in the company official. I know it’s the right move. My father will never set foot in the building, let alone be CEO again, and I’ve been doing the job for years now anyway.
But the idea of taking this final step terrifies me. I feel like I’m standing at the end of a long wooden plank, my toes curling over the edge as I gaze out at the endless sea just before someone pushes me over.
This is something I always knew would happen. Taking over the company is what I was raised to do, and while I may not have always handled the reality of it as well as I should have, I rebelled. I sought attention from the one person who never gave it to me, but in the end, I relented and took my place because there were around two hundred employees who were counting on me to follow through.
Now though…
I look over to the killer blond in the black dress, feeling my insides tighten. God, I don’t even know anymore.
Our group fills two entire tables, and for some reason, we’ve gone back to our primary school days and are separated by sex. Don’t ask me why. If it were up to me, I’d be snuggled up next to my girlfriend, trying to slip my hand under that dress.
