Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,65
making sure you’re clean.” He dipped his finger in the syrup again and a few drops fell on my blanket before he dripped it down my chest.
“This is going to be a mess.” I wasn’t just talking about the syrup.
“Yeah.” He jerked my legs toward him and my back hit the couch. He got to his knees and leaned over me, and he watched the syrup as it ran toward my neck. “But you’re going to love it.”
He was right. I was going to love every second of it.
The End
Epilogue
Brooke
One Year Later
I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
Everything had happened so fast, and I couldn’t believe that it was finally here.
I took a sip from my champagne flute, trying to shake off my nerves, and I looked around my business.
My business.
More Than Enough Salon and Spa had been an absolute labor of love over the last year. But every busy day and excruciatingly long night was worth it.
Liam had been my biggest supporter and had spent almost an equal amount of long nights helping me make it what it has become, but every single inch of this place was me. They were my decisions, my choices, and Liam never made me feel like they weren’t enough.
It was the opposite really. He encouraged everything I did, and despite what I had ever thought about him, Liam had become the best hype man I could have ever asked for.
Besides Kennedy, I had never had that in my life.
She was currently getting a manicure, and I couldn’t stop smiling at the way she was asking the nail tech to make them shorter for the third time since she started.
The spa was staffed with a receptionist, three cosmetologist, two nail techs, two estheticians, and three massage therapists, and they were all ready with smiles on their faces.
None of this would have been possible without Liam.
True to his word, he put the building in my name and I purchased everything else. Our profits would be split fifty/fifty, and if they didn’t come in soon, I would be moving in with Kennedy and Tucker.
Paying for the everything else took every last penny I had, and it didn’t matter that Liam had offered to help me more. I wouldn’t have it. He had helped enough, and I needed to do the rest on my own. I needed to prove to myself that I could do this.
“Can you believe this?” I was standing at the receptionist desk admiring everything when Liam walked up behind me and pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
I took a deep breath because I honestly wasn’t sure. The siding was painted the perfect shade of white, the flowers lining the walkway the perfect shade of purple, and every single thing on the inside was exactly how I imagined, but none of that would have mattered if today wasn’t successful.
“No.” I shook my head as looked out at the packed grand opening.
“You’re amazing.” He pressed another gentle kiss before placing his hands on my hips and turning me toward him. “I knew today would be incredible.”
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him bare some of the weight I had been carrying around for the last week. I had never been so stressed out in my life. “You have too much faith in me.”
His hair was still perfectly in place as it always was, but his facial hair had grown out a bit. There was just a slight shadow of hair on his face, but it somehow made him impossibly hotter.
“I don’t.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “You have too little.”
I rolled my eyes because he’d said it so often.
But I was working on believing it.
“I’ve had too little of you lately.” I ran one hand over his scruff. “I miss you.”
Between the opening of my business plus him running his, it seemed like we barely had time for each other. It didn’t matter that we spent every moment we weren’t working with each other or that he had practically moved into my apartment. I still wanted more.
“I miss you too.” He moved closer to me, his mouth at my ear. “I’ll make sure you have plenty of me tonight.”
“You’re so cocky.”
“And you love it.” He kissed along my jaw, and I could almost forget where we were. That was the thing about Liam, he always made me forget everything but him. “Speaking of love, someone’s here to see you.”