Epilogue

Aubrey's P.O.V

5 years later

I had just begun to apply icing onto the cupcakes I'd just taken out of the oven when my eyes anxiously swept over to the clock on the wall in my kitchen. It was almost ten p.m. and Bryce said he would be back with the kids by six. I should have known that he would be late, time keeping was never his greatest strength.

The anxiety was beginning to take its toll on me and making the task I was doing very hard. When we'd gotten separated a couple of months ago, we had had a mutual agreement; the children would stay with me but he was allowed to visit them and take them out since he'd be to busy with work to watch over them himself.

Let's just say our marriage had gone once again, only this time it was for an entirely different reason. When I moved in with him 5 years ago, everything had been blissful. A few months later we welcomed our baby girl, Reese, who was more or less a mini me with those signature grey eyes, thanks to Bryce.

It's true what they say about a daughter being the apple of her father's eye. When Reese was born, I swear I'd never seen Bryce so emotional. He even cried and the sight of the little girl in his arms for the first time made my heart soar. From that moment, I knew she'd automatically be his favorite, even though he wouldn't admit for Israel's sake. Israel wasn't exactly excited about her arrival but over the years, I've seen the two grow so close.

Shortly after Reese's birth, Bryce proposed to me (again) and we got married (again). It was a small and sweet ceremony, with just us, the kids, Savannah and Leonardo his best friend. I would have invited my mother but we weren't exactly on speaking terms and as for Bryce's family, well, he grew up at an orphanage and had no idea who his parents were.

Waking up every day next to him was my definition of paradise. I loved every single bit of it but that quickly changed. One day, about six months ago, I told hi I wanted to work again, to have a job but he refused. He claimed that there was no need for that and that he had enough money to take care of me for a thousand lifetimes. Obviously, I got mad and we had a huge fight, we ended in me packing my and the kids' clothes to move out of the mansion and back into the apartment he'd given me.

So, here I am now, wondering where the hell my husband is with my children at this absurd hour. I was about to call him when the door burst open and in rushed the kids with their father right behind them. Israel and Reece both rushed to me.

"Mommy, mommy, we had an awesome day!" squealed Reece, my four-year-old daughter in that high pitched voice of hers. I let go off both of them and stroked her cheeks. Her grey eyes were glowing with delight.

Israel then piped in. "Yeah, mom. We went to the carnival and I got to ride the roller coaster!" he said excitedly. Gosh, the were really happy.

I smiled at both of them. "Good for you, guys. Why don't you two go upstairs and get into you pajamas. I'll be up to read you both a story in a bit." They both whined but still went upstairs to their room.

I stood up from my crouching position and turned to Bryce, giving him the nastiest glare, I could muster at that moment. "What the fuck, Bryce! It's almost fucking ten in the night and now's when you choose to bring my children back home?" I seethed, perching my hands on my hips.

He held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, it's not my fault. We went out for dinner after the carnival and then we stopped for ice cream...and maybe we went to see a movie..." he let the sentence hang in the air.

My eye twitched. "You're unbelievable! They can't be up this late, Bryce. Reece is only four and Israel is not yet even ten!"

He took a step closer to me and I was suddenly alarmed. What did he think he was doing? "Okay, okay, I'm sorry! I haven't seen them all week and I just wanted them to have a good time," he reasoned and took another step forward.

I didn't move. "Okay, but you're not off the hook. Just don't do it again, okay?"

Another step and he was about an inch away from me. "I promise. Now, what can I do to make sure you forgive me?" he pronounced huskily, his hot breath fanning my face.

I looked away as a blush crept up my cheeks. This cannot be good. "I- just bring them back earlier next time," I said shakily and bit my lip.

Not even a second later, he had pulled me by the waist into his hard chest. My face snapped backed to his and I saw that his beautiful grey eyes were clouded with lust. "I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about what it's going to take for you to come back home," he said lowly and then latched his lips onto mine to which I instantly responded.

I won't deny the fact that I've missed him, his touch and definitely his intoxicating kisses. He pulled away and then caressed the side of my face. "I miss you very much, and the kids too. I miss having you in my bed every night..." he whispered and then kissed me again. I kept my lips sealed but when I felt his hand squeezing my ass I gasped and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Always playing dirty, I see?

When he finally broke up the kiss, I shoved him away. "You're not going to get into my pants that easily, Bryce."

He groaned frustratedly. "Bree, we haven't made love in almost three months. Do you know how frustrating that is? Come on, what's it going to take?" he pleaded and I smirked inwardly. So needy.

"I want to work again."

He scoffed at this. "You know that I don't want you to!"

I sighed mockingly. "Okay then, you can show yourself out. Have fun tonight with blue balls," I said sarcastically and then turned towards the stairs only to be caught by the arm.

"Fine, you win. You can work but only under one condition: you will work for me only."

I shrugged his hand away and narrowed my eyes at him. "No! I want to work away from you. I don't want to you to be my boss again!" I shook my head vehemently.

"Let me rephrase, I want you to work with me, by my side where I can keep a close eye on you. I really hate the thought of you working for someone else, well some other man."

I turned back and walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You're a jealous brute!" I feigned anger and gave him a light kiss on the lips.

"Can you blame me? I don't trust other men because most of them are perverts. You'd probably catch their eyes," he replied, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I placed a feathery kiss on his nose. "You're right, I'm just too sexy," I said and he laughed. "So, working with you, hm?"

He nodded. "I need that pretty brain of yours, babe. And on the other hand, we can have office sex whenever we feel like it," he voiced sexily and I bit my lip at the thought. That sounded completely irresistible.

I kissed his lips to seal the deal. "So, is that a yes?" I nodded and he then lifted me by the thighs so that I was straddling him. Good thing I was wearing a pair of joggers and not a skirt. Our kisses somehow mutated into passionate ones and I knew soon we'd be short of clothing it we kept it up.

"Wait," I said and he groaned. "The kids are waiting for me upstairs." He didn't reply but started assaulting my jaw line with kisses. "Bryce!"

He didn't stop. "We can have a quickie..."

I scoffed. "Yeah, right. For you that means almost an hour!"

He carried me over to the couch and threw me onto it, then he came down on me so he was hovering above me. "Come on, those two are always cock blocking! I'm sure they won't even care if you go up there five hours from now! They're probably asleep as we speak!"

I didn't bother arguing because I knew I would never win. Whenever Bryce got horny, he could be very persuasive. "Fine, but don't exceed thirty minutes!"

He smiled at me. "I love you," and then he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

"I love you too, Bryce Roberts."

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