Broken Little Melodies(90)

“No chance in hell.”

Gently breaking his hold on my neck, I spin around to kiss him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth and unzipping his jeans as he continues to caress me beneath my dress. He quickly coaxes me to come for him, and when I do it feels like I’m shattering into a thousand pieces. But he’s there to pick up the pieces as always, kissing the shit out of my mouth until I’m eagerly slipping him from his boxers, begging him to fill me.

Days like this, life seems too good to be true. I’m engaged to a gorgeous, caring man who would move heaven and earth to protect me. And in conquering the music chart together, fusing our talents to become an unstoppable talent, we’ve become the next royalty couple in the music industry. My parents would be proud of how far I’ve come, and the fact that my children will never want for anything in life, even though we plan to raise them with down-to-earth standards.

Maybe it’s karma paying us back for the shit Roman and I were forced to endure—both on our own and as a couple. Maybe it’s our reward for working past the ugly truths that tried to destroy us. Or maybe it’s the way things were always meant to be from the very first time I set foot on Camp Oscines.

Whatever the reason, we don’t plan on letting anything break us apart ever again.