Epilogue: Masterpiece

'I want your body on mine, forever.' A whisper, an imploration, a fucking vow.

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The theme tonight was ethereal.

When the car halted in front of the X-Clusive and the chauffeur opened her side of the door, Clara Lynn stared at the tall building which now served as headquarters for another branch in Las Vegas as her Christian Louboutin rhinestone heels stepped on the floors.

"Thanks, Will." She muttered to the chauffeur who replied in a similar polite fashion and shut the door, stepping into side with her.

Some things like Andre's security following her around hadn't changed over the past one year, especially since their relationship had become public knowledge. But rather than the team who announced the presence of paranoia and made her friends uneasy at events, the slightly older man who doubled as a chauffeur escorted her to public functions.

Once the gossip magazines had taken it upon themselves to get pictures of the hunky man opening doors for her, with captions which s