Chapter 60: From Sunsets to Signatures

Selene

Our last day in Santorini is lazy, sun-drenched bliss.

We sleep in, tangled and sore and smiling. There’s no rush—just sunlight on our skin and the sea whispering outside the windows. Adrian makes breakfast shirtless. John walks around in linen pants and nothing else. I’m still wearing the ring they gave me. Still glowing. And now, my precious baby bump is becoming more visible—something about the sun and love makes it feel more real.

We spend hours in the pool, laughing, teasing, playing chicken (John lost), and making out like horny teenagers between bites of fresh fruit. The island feels like ours—like we carved out this sacred space just to fall even deeper in love with each other and our babies. Both men are constantly touching my belly or leaning down to kiss it and speak to our babies. It’s amazing to me how easily things have fallen in place for us despite the fact that our relationship isn’t conventional is any way. .

As the sun sets in a blaze of pink and coral, Adrian wraps me in a towel and kisses my forehead.

“Next stop,” he murmurs, “home shopping.”

I raise an eyebrow. “In London?”

John grins. “You’ll see.”

The next morning – London

We arrive and the air is cooler, crisp and crackling with city energy.

Our driver takes us straight from Heathrow to a private estate just outside the city—nestled behind wrought-iron gates, wrapped in ivy and elegance. The house is massive. Timeless. A mix of English sophistication and something softer… something that feels like us.

I don’t even make it inside before I gasp. “It’s… perfect.” The garden is absolutely stunning , flowers adorn it and it looks like something out of a fairytale.

And then I step through the front door.

High ceilings. Arched windows. Fireplaces in every room. A library that smells like history. A marble bathroom fit for a queen. A backyard that rolls into a private koi pond and garden—space where I imagine our twins someday chasing each other barefoot and wild.

Adrian watches me spin in the living room. “So… you like it?”

I whirl around. “You bought this without me seeing it first?”

John shrugs, easy and smug. “We knew. But we still wanted your blessing. If you love it, it’s just a phone call to finalize the sale.”

“You two are insane.”

“And in love,” John says, pulling me into his chest and kissing my forehead.

Adrian’s already walking into the next room, phone to his ear. “Yes. We’re here. It’s a go. I want the contractors here by noon. I want a custom oversized bed delivered and built for the master bedroom suit. A King isn’t big enough. Full gourmet grocery stocked . And let’s begin nursery installation—three p.m. meeting tomorrow.”

John tilts his head. “Want to go to Harrods while the house gets stocked?”

“Are you asking if I want to shop for baby clothes in the most dangerously expensive luxury store in London?”

He grins. “I’m asking if you want to clear it out.”

Two hours later – Harrods

I’m holding a tiny Burberry onesie in one hand and an espresso in the other, dangerously close to crying in public.

“This one has little clouds,” I whisper. “I don’t even like clouds. But suddenly I want everything in clouds.”

John is piling plush blankets and designer rompers into a cart while Adrian charms a personal shopper into giving us access to a private suite.

We laugh ourselves breathless. Adrian models a cashmere baby wrap like he’s on a runway in Milan. John buys me a deep emerald silk robe and whispers in my ear, “Because goddesses don’t do laundry, their only job is to look sexy.”

By the time we leave, I’m floating. Baby bump snug in designer maternity suit pants . Ring catching the light. Flanked by two men who would give me the world—and are already trying.

It’s not about the spoiling. Not really.

It’s about being adored, worshipped, loved. I’ve never felt so seen.

Later – Adrian’s London Office

We step into the building hand in hand, turning heads as we stride through the lobby. The entire floor buzzes. Whispers float.

It’s obvious they all know about us.

Adrian has a client meeting, and Jonathan asked if I could run the meeting in his place to help seal the deal. He shows John to his office so he can catch up on emails while I follow him to the conference room.

Inside are Adrian’s managing director Chris—and a man who radiates confidence and temptation like smoke.

Kostas Konstantinos, I’m no slut but I feel like one as I admire this Greek Adonis.

A Greek billionaire with a jawline cut from marble, sun-bronzed skin, and eyes the color of dangerous promises. He stands as I walk in, giving me a slow, appreciative once-over.

I slip into business mode. “Gentlemen,” I say, shaking both their hands. “I’m Selene. Executive Manager and Business Developer. It’s a pleasure.”

Kostas’s grip lingers. “The pleasure is mine,” he says, thick Greek accent rolling over me like heat. “Santorini suited you, Chris was just telling me you spent some time there.”

i smile politely and take my seat.

We get into the numbers. I present the projections, confidently fielding questions and pacing the room with ease. Kostas barely blinks—except to steal glances at me when he thinks I won’t notice.

But I do.

When I sit beside him to go over the contract terms, I feel the heat of his body, smell his cologne—sharp, masculine, intoxicating. His voice is velvet-wrapped steel when he leans in close and says, “You’re very convincing, Selene. I may sign just to keep hearing you speak.”

I keep my voice cool. “Then I’m doing my job well.”

We finalize plans to meet again at dinner at his insistance. As I move to stand, he’s already out of his chair, pulling mine back and offering his hand to help me up.

I place my hand in his.

And for just a second, there’s a spark—an electric jolt that makes my breath hitch. He holds my eyes a second too long. The heat there is unmistakable.

I don’t like it.

Because I do feel it.

I pull my hand away, smile tightly, and walk quickly back to Adrian’s side who has just stepped in to check on me.

He’s watching. Of course he is.

Chris walks Kostas out, and we head back to Adrian’s office where John is finishing up.

Adrian calls Jonathan and updates him. “It went well,” he says. “Though I think our new business partner is already half in love with Selene.”

Jonathan just laughs. “Exactly why I had her there, Selene’s ability to shift anyone’s perception is amazing.”

When the call ends, Adrian fills John in. His jaw tightens as he listens, his fingers pausing on the laptop keys.

I can feel it—tension crackling in the air.

I turn and look at my men and state “ look I’m not trying to add yet another wheel to this already crazy menage à trois, he is a good looking man, I’ll admit , but I’m honestly not looking, besides you two keep me busy”, I laugh to ease the slight frown on John’s face.

We leave the office and head back to the house. Adrian scoops me up bridal-style at the door and carries me across the threshold like a lunatic. I laugh the whole way inside.

The contractors are gone. The house is ours again.

And so is the bedroom—now equipped with the most massive custom bed I’ve ever seen.

We barely make it into the shower before two sets of hands are everywhere.