EPILOGUE
Savannah
Cassian’s home was a modest two-story with four bedrooms and three baths. I’d expected that he would live like a king, but I found out that even though he was a millionaire, he preferred to live modestly—except for his drivers, and the housekeeper who kept his place well stocked and clean. A fireplace in the corner held a small, lit fire. The flat screen was mounted on the wall with Captain Marvel playing in the background. There were Andy Warhol paintings hanging throughout the room. I could get lost in this space if he allowed me to.
Now, his palm drifted to my thigh, lifting it around his waist. “I want you to think about my proposal again, Savannah.”
“Cassian, we…”
He cut me off, gripping my chin, leaning towards me, and kissing my wet lips. A mischievous look cr
