Page 10 of The Billionaire's Final Treasure

“No one’s going to give you any kind of look when I’m around,” Finn says firmly.

His fierce, protectiveness after only just meeting her makes my heart swell with love.

She still doesn’t look convinced. “But I like Nancy,” she says, talking about her night nurse. “Will they be as nice as her?”

“Nancy actually works there part time,” he says. “That’s where I found her. Everyone there will treat you like a queen, and if they don’t, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll take care of it.”

Mom’s worry slips away a bit more and she begins to smile again, still rubbing her head. “But I don’t look very pretty. I hate to meet new people looking so bad.”

Tears fill my eyes that my once beautiful mother has been brought so low by her illness. I hurry to my room and bring back a box from school. “Look at all these gorgeous hairpieces,” I say. “Here’s one that matches perfectly. What if I style it on you and you see how you feel?”

She’s open to the idea and I get to work while Finn calls and sets up a tour for that afternoon. I’ve been working hard at school on the test models and when I’m done styling the wig on her, I hold my breath as I show her the results in the mirror.

Please let her like it.

Her huge smile is enough of an answer. She tells me to get her best shawl and the fancy high heels that she hasn’t worn in ages. Finn follows me to her room as I look for them, his eyes full of pride.

“You have a lot of talent,” he says.

I shrug. “It’s just hair.”

He shakes his head, taking me by the arms. “No, it’s not. It changed her whole outlook. You did that.”

I don’t remind him that he’s the one about to change her life for the better, and mine as well. He seems to read my mind anyway, and pulls me close, kissing me sweetly.

“You two are my family now. My missing pieces. I’d do anything for both of you.”

“Kori, let’s go,” my mom calls impatiently.

Finn and I share a laugh and the three of us venture out of the apartment together, all of us eager for an exciting new life.

Epilogue

Finn

Three years later …

I finish my day and head to Kori’s salon, located on the first floor of the building where I work. It’s great being so close to her and it makes the occasional lunchtime quickie that much easier. Normally, she meets me at home because she prefers to keep the salon open later than normal business hours so that she can serve more people, but today we’re going to visit her mom at the nursing home.

The difference in her mother since she’s had full-time professional care is night and day. Of course, she still has her episodes but they’re far less frequent now, and she has friends and activities she enjoys. Kori had felt guilty for a long time, sorry she couldn’t do a better job on her own, but the therapists there had helped her see it’s just her job to be a good daughter, not a be a psychiatric nurse on top of that.

As I push open the doors to the salon, I’m as proud, as usual, at everything she’s accomplished with the place. She easily could have quit school and spent her days shopping after our wedding, but she continued to work hard. Now has this successful, upscale business. She even manages to do charity work with recovering cancer patients on the side.

A few of her stylists wave at me brightly and call to her that her husband’s here. I grin, never tiring of being reminded that she’s mine. My everything. The thrill I’d been seeking all along.

Sure, I’ve been tempted to get revenge on some dirty businessmen over the years, but instead of stealing, I set up a nonprofit that offers free legal counsel so people can get their own justice. Being married to Kori supplies all the thrills I need. They haven’t stopped since we met and never will.

Kori pulls me into the back of the salon to show off the new shampoo stations she just had installed. “Now clients won’t have to wait so long,” she says. “We’ve been so busy, these are going to help out so much.”

“I hope you’re as proud of yourself as I am,” I tell her.

She blushes and bounces in place, seeming much too excited over the new sinks. She drags me further back to the storeroom where they keep their product backstock and closes the door behind us. A second later, her arms are around my neck, her mouth pressed to mine.

“Oh, okay,” I say. I’m more than happy to oblige and nudge her backwards until she’s backed against the wall.

I get my hand under her blouse and slide it up her smooth skin to cup her through her lacy bra. She sighs against my mouth and presses closer to me, grinding against my cock. As usual, it’s rock hard and ready to go. Kori just gets sexier the longer we’re together.

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