Forever After All

He drops down on one knee in the middle of the dance floor, and several gasps sound around me. The music stops, and a spotlight illuminates us.

“Elena Diana Rousseau,” he says, pulling a ring box from his pocket. My heart skips a beat and I stare at him with wide eyes. He’s always told me before we put on an act, so why didn’t he this time?

“You’ve had me enthralled from the moment I ran into you again, all those months ago. I’ve fought my feelings for you for as long as I could, but it’s a losing battle.”

He opens the ring box, and I gasp. It isn’t the ring I picked—but it’s the ring I secretly wanted. He noticed?

“I can’t even imagine the rest of my life without you,” he says. “Please, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

I blink in disbelief and nod. “Yes. Yes , Alec. A thousand times, yes.”

He looks into my eyes, and even though we’re surrounded by hundreds of people, it’s like it’s just me and him right in this moment.

Alec slides the ring onto my finger and rises. He threads his hand through my hair and kisses me roughly, with no regard for the people surrounding us, and I kiss him back just as passionately.

I’m breathless by the time I pull away, and both of us are smiling widely. “Alec,” I whisper. “The ring?”

He pushes my hair behind my ear and cups my cheek. “Baby, you deserve every single thing you set your eyes on. I’m going to make it my job to give you everything , even the things you don’t dare ask for.”

“Alec,” I whisper. “All I want is you.”

He smiles, his fingers brushing aside my hair. “You have me, Elena. Forever.”

We’re so lost in each other that we’re both startled when Alec’s grandfather puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Congratulations, kiddo,” he says, looking as happy as we do. He glances at me and cups my cheek in an uncharacteristic yet totally grandfatherly way. “You picked a keeper. I couldn’t be more proud.”

He takes a step back and then looks at the two of us. “Marry her before the first of July,” he says, his eyes on Alec. “And my position as chairman is yours.”

I grab Alec’s hand and look up at him excitedly. He grins at me and leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“We did it,” I whisper, and he nods.

Dozens of people surround us, each of them wanting to congratulate us. Amongst the crowd, I spot my family, Jennifer by their side. The hatred on Jade and Elise’s faces doesn’t surprise me in the slightest—but the devastation in Jennifer’s eyes does . The way she looks at Alec makes me tighten my grip on him.

He looks at me, a questioning look in his eyes, and I shake my head. I rise to my tiptoes and kiss him with all I’ve got, cheers erupting around us.

I’ve never been happier than I am today, yet this happiness feels fleeting, and I’m terrified I won’t be able to hold on to it.





Chapter 43





A lexander



Elena can’t stop staring at her engagement ring, and I can’t stop staring at her. The wind rustles her hair beautifully, and I’m glad we opted to have dinner on our terrace today. I can’t remember any woman ever cooking for me—it’s always a chef. Yet Elena, a woman that grew up in the same environment I did, cooks for me all the time. She takes the time to find out what my favorite dishes are and buys exotic ingredients to surprise me with. I’m not used to being taken care of this way.

“It’s stunning,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “I wish I could show my mom.”

Elena never ceases to amaze me. She refuses to give up on her mother, no matter how slim the odds are.

“Do you think she’d like it?” I ask.

Elena nods. “Yeah, it’s simple but so luxurious at the same time. Mom would definitely love this.”

I smile at her. She lights up when she speaks of her mother, of her memories with her. “Tell me about your happiest childhood memory,” I say, my voice soft.

Elena looks at me and takes a minute to think about it. “I guess my happiest childhood memory would be from when things were still simple. When you were still part of my everyday life. I remember once my parents were so busy arguing with each other that they forgot about my birthday, but Luce and you didn’t. I came over to your house, and the two of you had baked me a cake, which was barely edible by the way, and you’d put up all those fairy lights for me. To date, that’s still my best birthday ever.”

I smile. “Hmm, I remember that. It was the last birthday you spent with us. Lucian called me in a panic when he realized everyone forgot about your birthday, and he made me come home from college to prepare you a little party.” Throughout the years, most of my memories of my childhood got lost, forgotten. I have more memories with Elena than I realized.

Elena laughs, lost in the memory. “The two of you made my childhood bearable. My home wasn’t a place I liked to be at, no matter how hard my mother tried, and you allowed me to escape from it. I always felt loved at the Kennedys.”

“You are loved, Buttercup. All of us adore you. I wouldn’t have married you otherwise.”

“Tell me about your favorite childhood memory,” she says.

I sigh. “My childhood wasn’t very good. I was forced to grow up quickly, but I had to watch my brother enjoy his childhood with you. The two of you always had so much fun with each other, and it made me feel a little lonely. It sounds really dumb, considering I’m so much older than you two, but that’s what it was like. My most precious memories are with Lucian and you, and I wasn’t really a child anymore then.”

Elena presses a quick kiss to my lips. “You’ve also always had me, you just never realized it,” she says.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Even now that you’re my wife, it’s still Lucian you’re closer to.” I sound petty and I know it, but I can’t help myself. I empty my glass to take my mind of the sudden loneliness I feel.

Elena holds out her fork for me, feeding me a bite of her fish. “Soon enough we’ll be besties too,” she says, winking at me.

I laugh, and I suddenly realize that I want nothing more than that. “I’d like that, Buttercup,” I say, my voice soft.

Elena feeds me a few more bites and I shuffle my seat closer to hers, so our legs are touching.

“Tell me three good things that happened to you today?” she says, placing her fork down.

I smile at the question. “I should have recognized you the second you asked that question, back at Inferno. It’s what you always used to ask me when you were younger. It took me a while to remember why that question sounded so familiar.”

Her cheeks redden, and she smiles at me.

“Three things, huh? You made me an amazing dinner, the world now knows that you’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you really hard later.”

She bursts out laughing. “Alec,” she says, her voice teasing. “One of them didn’t even happen today, and one is yet to happen.”

She shakes her head and takes another bite of her food. “Hey, what do you like best about me?” she asks.

I pause to take her in for a moment. “Your beauty. You’re truly beautiful inside and out. I’ve never known someone who’d sacrifice themselves for their parent on the off chance that it might make a difference. I’m proud to call you my wife. You’re good to my mother. I know you hang out with her whenever I’m working late, and she’s been happier than I’ve seen her in years.” She blushes and looks away. “What about you?” I ask, half fearing her answer. I haven’t given her much to like.

Elena puts her elbow on the table and rests her head against her fist, her face turned toward me. “I like your heart. You didn’t hesitate to pull me out of a bad situation, despite us having grown apart. You saved me, in every sense of the word. I like that you’re always trying to do the right thing. I like your mind. Seeing you working is such a huge turn on. You’re so incredibly driven and smart, it’s inspiring to watch you do your thing, even when at times I wish you’d just come to bed instead of working late. I look at you while you work and I cannot believe you’re my husband. I’m so proud of you.”

I look away, my heart beating quickly.

“I also quite like your face, and your perfect body doesn’t hurt either,” she says, making me smile.

I lean in to kiss her, and she moans against my lips, her hands finding the lapels of my suit jacket.

“What do you like better? My hands or my tongue?” I whisper against her lips.

Her beautiful face turns crimson and I nip at her lips, a smile on my face. That blush of hers… I can’t get enough of it. “Tongue,” she murmurs.

If my lips weren’t on hers, I wouldn’t have heard her, she spoke that softly. “Mm. You do taste delicious. I may need another taste soon.”

She bites down on my lips and then leans back to look at me. “I want to taste you too,” she says, looking at me through her eyelashes.

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