Epilogue

(Twelve days later)

"Baby, where are we?" Alijah questioned as they pulled up to a beautiful building in the art district. "I thought we were going to go see an art exhibit,” she stated, turning to look at him.

"We are, gorgeous,” he responded as he got out of the car.

Alijah tracked him as he walked around to her side of the car. It was eight o'clock on a Tuesday night, so the sidewalks weren't crowded with people, and parking was easy.

When he opened her door, Alijah stepped out, and he took her hand in his leading her to the building. She leaned back, looking up at it. It seemed to be two stories. Kieran pulling her, gained her attention.

"Kieran, there isn't an art exhibit here. It's dark,” she told him. He didn't respond. "Babe, we...I don't think we can-"

Alijah was cut off by the lights coming on. She gasped, covering her mouth with her free hand. The space was beautiful, but that wasn't what had her attention. There, on the walls of the entryway, were her paintings. She let go of Kieran's hand and walked a few steps ahead of him. She was stunned.

"Since you wouldn't take the head of marketing position at the office, I figured this would be better,” he told her, walking up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I wasn't about to take Felix's job and let you demote him,” she told him, still looking around.

"You're far better than he is, and I wasn't going to demote him...I was going to fire him."

Alijah heard what he'd said, but she was too engulfed in her surroundings to chastise him. This was absolutely amazing. She felt him lean down and kiss her neck before his lips touched her ear.

"Go look around."

When he let her go, Alijah began to walk along the first floor. There was a beautiful white desk that sat right in the line of sight of the front door. Lining the walls around the entrance were her paintings. As she made her way further into the building, she walked around to the left and then to the right, finding even more of her art. Some of which she knew that she had left at Lawrence's house when she moved out.

Making her way to the stairs, she took them to the second floor as Kieran followed her. There were three main walls with paintings: the one behind her and the two on her left and right. There was a half wall in front of her with paintings on it as well. She walked around it to find paintings on the other side and another half wall, also housing paintings.

The fourth side of the second floor was an expanse of windows with a single four-foot-wide wall directly in the middle, and she could see out and look at the building across the street. Turning to the backside of the final half wall, she had expected to see more of her paintings but instead found empty canvases. She figured they had used all of her paintings and needed placeholders so she would get the full effect.

She smiled. This was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. Kieran had put her work on display in her very own gallery. Alijah was already trying to figure out what to paint and put in the empty spaces when the lights went out.

Again, her hand shot to her mouth, and her eyes began to tear up as she looked at the seven canvases, each housing a letter painted in calligraphy with glow in the dark paint. Marry Me.

Alijah turned around to find Kieran leaning against the wall between the windows. One foot propped against it as he held an open ring box in his hand. It was one hundred percent Kieran, and she wasn't the least bit upset that he wasn't on one knee.

"You forgot the question mark," she told him, wiping one of her tears.

Kieran smirked, eliminating the distance between them. "That's because it isn't a question, baby,” he informed her, taking the ring from the box and slipping it on her finger. "You're going to be my wife. I'm not stupid enough to let you leave me again. And asking gives you the option of turning me down, and I can't have that,” he told her as she looked at the ring.

It was beautiful and so distinctly Kieran. There was a large diamond in the middle surrounded by two layers of smaller diamonds, and their clarity was almost unbelievable. She knew he could have bought a small island for what he probably paid for it.

"Before you ask how much it cost," he started as if reading her thoughts. "I paid four hundred thousand for it."

Alijah's eyes widened. So, he could have bought a few small islands. "Why would you spend that much on a ring, and why would you tell me that?! You know how I feel about you spending astronomical amounts of money on me."

"You're cute,” he told her. "Get used to it. I told you because you would have seen it eventually when you checked the accounts,” he finished with a shrug.

"Speaking of accounts. Gale still needs you to send her your check from the auction."

"Then write her one,” he told her.

Alijah sighed, rolling her eyes. The day after they had made up, he took her to every bank he had accounts at and added her to every one, personal and business. She had told him he was crazy, but he'd just said no, he was in love. However, she wasn't comfortable doing anything with them.

"Kieran-" He cut her off, pulling her to him and kissing her. "I love you,” she spoke against his lips.

"I love you too...but I'm about to fuck you like I hate you." He growled, and Alijah watched as his eyes darkened with want.

Kieran slipped his hand down the front of Alijah's skirt into her panties. He slowly began to play with her pussy. Kieran had told her they were going to an exhibit because he knew she would wear something that would give him easy access. He had every intention of fucking her after giving her, her ring.

Wrapping one of his hands around her neck, he began to dominate her lips. As they kissed, he felt her start to move against his fingers. She was soaking wet for him. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to have her writhing in pleasure under him, and he had every intention of getting those things, but right now, he wanted to fuck her.

Pulling his hand from her skirt and releasing her neck, he pulled the bottom of her skirt up over her waist before tearing her panties. He stuffed the torn fabric into his back pocket before undoing and unzipping his pants. He pulled his dick free of the slit in his boxers, pushing her back into the wall he had been leaning against.

Picking her up with one arm, he positioned himself at her entrance, sliding into her. He listened to her moan out as he groaned. He would never get tired of being inside of her.

He began to move as he stared into her eyes. As they began to flutter closed, he thrust hard into her, taking her chin between his hand.

"You know better, Alijah. Keep your eyes on, Daddy,” he demanded, punctuating the command with another hard thrust.

"Fuck, Kieran!" She moaned out loudly, her arms tightening around his neck.

Kieran pounded into her as she moaned unabashedly. Her pussy was warm as it squeezed him. He could feel her clenching around him and knew she was about to cum.

"Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you like this dick and cum all over it,” he commanded as he sped up his thrust.

"Yes, yes! Shit! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She announced.

She didn't need to tell him. Kieran could feel her clench around him. Her pussy held him like vice grips as she shook in his arms. He watched as pleasure consumed her. Fuck it, he thought, and he pulled from her.

Lifting her higher, he put her legs over his shoulder and dove tongue first into her pussy. She let out a surprised squeak as he felt her hands lace in his hair. Kieran fucked her with his tongue. Wiggling it inside of her as she began to rock against it. He knew it wouldn't be long before her second release hit her. It was never hard to pull it from her.

After a few more minutes of eating her pussy, he felt her legs begin to shake. Just as her orgasm hit her, he latched onto her clit and sucked hard.

"Damn, baby!" She exclaimed. "Your tongue game is the best,” she stated through a moan as he licked her slit one more time before letting her down.

"My dick game's even better,” he told her. "But you already know that." He smirked. "Turn around and bend over."

He watched as she did what he said. Kieran stroked himself for a few seconds as he took her in. After all, this was one of his favorite views. Lining himself up, he slid back into her, not stopping until he was balls deep, making them both moan out.

"Roses or Tulips?" He questioned.

"What?" She responded in a fog.

"Which one do you want in the morning?"

"Why would you be getting me flowers in the morning?"

He leaned over and placed his lips to her ear. "Because I'm about to commit a crime...premeditated. I'm about to murder this pussy."

With that, his hands went to her hips, and he pulled almost entirely out before snapping them forward and slamming into her.

"Fuck!" She yelled.

"Oh, we're going to fuck alright, baby. Brace yourself."

Kieran began to hammer into her. The sound of her ass clapping as he fucked her spurred him on. Releasing one of her hips, he smacked her ass, earning a moan from her.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Mm... it's yours."

"I can't hear you. Who owns this fucking pussy?"

"You do, Daddy. It's your pussy,” she told him. "It's your fucking pussy."

Kieran angled his hips and began to hit that spot deep inside of her. He was going to push them both over the edge so they could continue round two back at home.

"Right there, baby. Don't stop. Please don't stop,” she begged, and it was music to his ears.

Kieran laid his chest on her back, and he reached around and rubbed her clit as he continued to fuck her. She began to clench around him, and he felt his balls tighten.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She chanted.

Kieran released her other hip and wrapped that hand around her throat, squeezing with just enough pressure. The action pushed her over the edge, causing her pussy muscles to clamp down on his dick.

"Shit, Daddy!"

A few seconds later, he began to shoot ropes of cum into her.

"Fuck, baby!"

After his last spurt of cum, Kieran remained inside her for a moment. When he pulled out of her, they both moaned. He tucked himself away before helping her fix her skirt. He took her hand and led her back down the stairs and to the bathroom. He waited for her to clean herself up, leaning against the wall. She fell into his side when she came out, wrapping her arms around him.

"Thank you for this. It's amazing,” she told him.

After finding the building a few weeks back when he'd been driving around, he'd decided that he wouldn't give it to Paetyn. Instead, he would turn it into a gallery for Alijah and began working on it immediately. Even before he knew where she was and they'd made up.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "You're welcome,” he told her. "Now, let's get home so I can fuck you until you can't walk...or talk."

He didn't wait for her to reply. He led her to the front door, turning off the downstairs lights. He locked up and helped her into the car before getting in and heading home, where he planned on fucking her the entire night, causing both of them to lose all...control.