Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) by Crystal Kaswell Page A
Authors: Crystal Kaswell
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think about trivialities."
"Money is a triviality?"
He nods.
"How rich are you?" I know Miles is wealthy. The several-million-dollar beach house purchases give away how well Tom and Pete are doing. And Miles makes more than any of the other guys in the band. He's the only one with a side gig.
He's the only one who inherited a fortune.
"Convince me to tell you," he teases.
"Don't we have someplace to be?"
"Damn. Guess you'll have to wait."
"Miles! Tell me! Please."
"What's in it for me?" He tugs at my sweater.
I press my palms together. "My eternal devotion."
"Hmmm." His eyes pass over me. His tongue slides over his lips. "Can you sweeten the deal?"
I flip him off playfully.
He smiles. "About thirty million. Give or take."
He's effortlessly casual about it. I'm worth thirty million dollars. No big deal.
We'll be worth thirty million dollars.
I'm willing to say goodbye to fifteen million dollars in the event you tire of me .
A long time ago, we agreed that he'd pay for anything we do together. I've never felt compelled to challenge the rule. Since I quit my job as an ER scribe last May, I've been without income. I spend all my savings on textbooks and the caffeine necessary to get through the day.
But thirty million dollars...
"Breathe, Princess." He rubs my shoulders. "It's good news."
"Do you want a prenup?" That's what wealthy people do, isn't it?
"You planning on divorcing me?"
"Of course not."
"Then no."
"What if something happens?"
"If I let our relationship get to point where you want to take me to the cleaners, I don't deserve a cent of that thirty million dollars." He slides his hand around my neck, cupping the back of my head. "I've had a lot of money for a long time. It never made me happy."
"But-"
"You make me happy, Meg. Happier than any amount of money."
"But thirty million dollars."
He laughs.
"This is important." I look up at him. "I'd never take advantage."
"I know." He drags his fingertip over my chest like he's doodling on my skin. "I wouldn't either."
"Huh?"
"Of how badly you want me." He pulls my sweater aside so he can trace the lines of my tattoo. "If you aren't one hundred percent after the tour of the venue, we'll cancel and we'll fly to the Caribbean early."
"We're going to the Caribbean?"
He nods. "For our honeymoon. Unless spending the week on the beach doesn't work for you."
"No. It works." It sounds amazing. Exactly the break I need. I meet his gaze. "You're really ready to get married tomorrow?"
"I've been ready since the day I got this." He pulls his t-shirt down to show off his Megara tattoo. "That's more permanent than a ring or a piece of paper."
His blue eyes shine with certainty. I run my fingers over his tattoo. It makes me as happy as it did the first time I saw it.
I need him as much as I did that night.
I love Miles more every day.
That's what matters.
"I don't want to disappoint you." I lean closer. "If I don't like it."
"You won't."
"You promise?"
He nods. "Whatever you decide, we have the rest of our lives together."
***
T here's a limo waiting for us.
"Your chariot." Miles presses his palm against my lower back as he helps me inside. His smile is ear to ear.
Even after a year together, it's not like him to wear his heart on his sleeve. Not this nakedly.
"I don't know how to handle you being this openly affectionate." I scoot next to him on the bench seat. "Say something sarcastic. I have to be sure you're my Miles Webb."
"Whose Miles Webb do you think I am?"
"That's a start."
"I don't mind you ordering me around, but it's not going to end with us using our mouths for conversation." His voice shifts, half cocky, half sincere.
That's the Miles I know. "Better." Nerves dance in my stomach as the limo pulls away from the hotel. We're going to our wedding venue. I have to make the call on whether or not we're getting married there tomorrow night.
No pressure.
Teasing with Miles feels normal. Like it's not three days after my first
"Money is a triviality?"
He nods.
"How rich are you?" I know Miles is wealthy. The several-million-dollar beach house purchases give away how well Tom and Pete are doing. And Miles makes more than any of the other guys in the band. He's the only one with a side gig.
He's the only one who inherited a fortune.
"Convince me to tell you," he teases.
"Don't we have someplace to be?"
"Damn. Guess you'll have to wait."
"Miles! Tell me! Please."
"What's in it for me?" He tugs at my sweater.
I press my palms together. "My eternal devotion."
"Hmmm." His eyes pass over me. His tongue slides over his lips. "Can you sweeten the deal?"
I flip him off playfully.
He smiles. "About thirty million. Give or take."
He's effortlessly casual about it. I'm worth thirty million dollars. No big deal.
We'll be worth thirty million dollars.
I'm willing to say goodbye to fifteen million dollars in the event you tire of me .
A long time ago, we agreed that he'd pay for anything we do together. I've never felt compelled to challenge the rule. Since I quit my job as an ER scribe last May, I've been without income. I spend all my savings on textbooks and the caffeine necessary to get through the day.
But thirty million dollars...
"Breathe, Princess." He rubs my shoulders. "It's good news."
"Do you want a prenup?" That's what wealthy people do, isn't it?
"You planning on divorcing me?"
"Of course not."
"Then no."
"What if something happens?"
"If I let our relationship get to point where you want to take me to the cleaners, I don't deserve a cent of that thirty million dollars." He slides his hand around my neck, cupping the back of my head. "I've had a lot of money for a long time. It never made me happy."
"But-"
"You make me happy, Meg. Happier than any amount of money."
"But thirty million dollars."
He laughs.
"This is important." I look up at him. "I'd never take advantage."
"I know." He drags his fingertip over my chest like he's doodling on my skin. "I wouldn't either."
"Huh?"
"Of how badly you want me." He pulls my sweater aside so he can trace the lines of my tattoo. "If you aren't one hundred percent after the tour of the venue, we'll cancel and we'll fly to the Caribbean early."
"We're going to the Caribbean?"
He nods. "For our honeymoon. Unless spending the week on the beach doesn't work for you."
"No. It works." It sounds amazing. Exactly the break I need. I meet his gaze. "You're really ready to get married tomorrow?"
"I've been ready since the day I got this." He pulls his t-shirt down to show off his Megara tattoo. "That's more permanent than a ring or a piece of paper."
His blue eyes shine with certainty. I run my fingers over his tattoo. It makes me as happy as it did the first time I saw it.
I need him as much as I did that night.
I love Miles more every day.
That's what matters.
"I don't want to disappoint you." I lean closer. "If I don't like it."
"You won't."
"You promise?"
He nods. "Whatever you decide, we have the rest of our lives together."
***
T here's a limo waiting for us.
"Your chariot." Miles presses his palm against my lower back as he helps me inside. His smile is ear to ear.
Even after a year together, it's not like him to wear his heart on his sleeve. Not this nakedly.
"I don't know how to handle you being this openly affectionate." I scoot next to him on the bench seat. "Say something sarcastic. I have to be sure you're my Miles Webb."
"Whose Miles Webb do you think I am?"
"That's a start."
"I don't mind you ordering me around, but it's not going to end with us using our mouths for conversation." His voice shifts, half cocky, half sincere.
That's the Miles I know. "Better." Nerves dance in my stomach as the limo pulls away from the hotel. We're going to our wedding venue. I have to make the call on whether or not we're getting married there tomorrow night.
No pressure.
Teasing with Miles feels normal. Like it's not three days after my first
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