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“Absolutely sure.” He grinned. “Besides, I’ve got the best business partner anyone could ask for.”
I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed him hard. “God, I love you so much,” I breathed against his lips. “We’re going to kill it, you know that?”
Jack smirked. “Oh, really?”
“Damn right. We’re going to be the kings of internet porn.”
Epilogue
Jack- One Year Later
The steps of the brownstone office building felt oddly monumental as Laura and I climbed them together. I still wasn’t used to seeing our business name, “Boys On Film Media & Management,” etched into the frosted glass door. It was surreal, almost like I’d wandered into someone else’s life.
“Did you get sunburned at all?” Laura asked, her tone teasing. She adjusted her sunglasses, glancing sideways at me.
I grinned. “Not as much as Liam. The first day, he underestimated the sun and refused to wear more sunscreen because he wanted to ‘tan like a local.’” I shook my head, the memory bringing a fond warmth. “By that night, he looked like a lobster. We spent half the honeymoon rubbing aloe vera on him.”
Laura laughed. “Sounds like Liam. How was Cancun otherwise? Romantic? Trashy? A little of both?”
“Perfect,” I said simply, letting the word hang in the air. “The beaches were gorgeous, the food was incredible, and Liam couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. Honestly, it was hard to come back.”
She bumped my shoulder playfully. “Well, you had to come back sometime. Your empire awaits, Emperor Jack.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling.
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. As I reached for the button to our floor, a familiar voice called out.
“Hold the elevator!”
I stuck my hand between the closing doors, forcing them to reopen. Moira rushed in, slightly breathless but grinning as always.
“Thanks, boss!” she grinned. “I was running late from my meeting with the storyboard artist, but oh my god, you’re going to flip when you see what we’ve got for the feature.”
“First full-length adult film,” I smiled as the elevator began its smooth ascent. “How’s it coming along?”
Moira’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. “Amazing. The boys are looking flawless. Lola’s styling is next level—like she’s practically a magician. She’s making the performers look both sexy and classy, which is so hard to pull off.”
Laura arched a brow, turning to me with a smirk. “Wait. Lola? You mean the crazy old lady who waxed nearly every hair off my body before my one-woman show on Broadway?”
I chuckled, nodding. “That’s the one. Liam hired her last year after she quit her job at that cheesy spa. She’s been working her magic here ever since. Claims she ‘found her calling’ helping us.”
Laura gave a theatrical shudder, but she was laughing. “Well, I’ll give her credit where it’s due. She’s a beauty genius. My skin had never been smoother, even if I wanted to kill her.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing the chaos of our office. The hum of voices, the clatter of keyboards, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the space. It wasn’t your typical office environment, but that was part of its charm.
As we stepped out, Dimitri was the first face we saw. He stood by the entrance, his expression as stern as ever.
“Morning,” he grunted, giving us a once-over before stepping aside.
“Good morning, Dimitri!” Moira pecked him on the cheek and ran off. Dimitri frowned.
“Morning, Dimitri,” I replied, biting back a smile. He’d been a great addition to the team, though his no-nonsense attitude still intimidated half the staff.
We wove through the bustling desks, past the editing bays and wardrobe racks, until we reached the door to the office Liam and I shared. I paused for a second, watching the life we’d built play out around me.
“Your porn empire,” Laura said under her breath, nudging me with her elbow again.
I just smiled and opened the door.