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Epilogue
Khalid
I lounged on the blue velvet armchair as if it was my obsidian throne. That time, a male interviewer was sitting across me, taking notes and stuttering, asking me questions. I wished he could hurry so I could be with—
“Your painting,Rose Colored Sorrow, has been auctioned for over three-hundred million dollars. Do you feel that it is because of your fiancé and your love story or purely because of the art?”
With my smooth, deep voice, I said, “I would need a moment to ask her myself, if you’ll excuse me.”
Without waiting for his reply, I stood up and walked off the small stage for the interview and searched for the stunning red-haired woman who had my heart in her palm. The art show was buzzing with people whispering about Valeria’s and my recent engagement.
I found her talking with my old friend and his wife, Ethan Kane and Kiara Kane. I wasn’t surprised to see Kiara pregnant, as Ethan had shared that they had been trying for a while. I hadn’t seen Ethan so carefree and smiling when we had first met, but it had changed, as he couldn’t stop smiling with Kiara around him. She was his best-friend, and he had loved her since her family became his neighbor when they were just children.
Ethan was whipped, just like I was.
“Congratulations,” I said, wrapping my arm around Valeria, kissing her cheek.
“Thank you, Khalid.” Ethan’s blue-green eyes shone with happiness. “We heard you are engaged to this lovely woman, Ms Valeria, and I had to make sure if you were threatening her to be with you.”
Both women shared a laugh and Valeria winked at him, “I assure you it was me who did the threatening, Ethan.”
I chuckled at her answer, squeezing her side. After talking to them for a while, Valeria and I walked together, talking about the paintings. I glared at any men who dared to stare too long at my sweet.
When the art show ended with all the lights dim and my paintings on the walls, I pushed Valeria into the empty space between the two paintings. I kissed her, letting her hair free of the bun to fall over her pale skin, tugging down her dress and tasting her skin, her sweet breasts.
I stripped her naked until she was only wearing the diamond ring and took her against the wall, kissing her and whispering filthy words in her ears as she came around me.
She panted when I pulled her limp body over my lap, leaning back on the wall. I hummed softly when she raked her hand through my hair, smiling at me.
“What?” I whispered, caressing the red finger marks on her waist where I had held her.
“You really don’t look like a Prince, Khalid,” she chuckled, her cheeks flushed with a soft glow. “But I don’t care, you are my filthy hot prince.”
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