Distraction (Club Destiny #8)(93)
“New job? Where?” Stacey asked, her attention fully on Dylan now.
“I’m going to be working for … Trent Ramsey.”
Three pairs of eyes widened as all the kids stared back at him. Dylan was pretty sure they wouldn’t remember the part about him and Sarah getting married.
“Do we get to meet him?”
“Oh, my God! Trent Ramsey from the Dillon Chronicles. Are you serious?”
“Wow. That’s cool.”
And just like that, the three kids were now talking amongst themselves, chattering on about Trent freaking Ramsey.
Dylan glanced at Sarah.
“I told you we should’ve led with that,” she teased.
For the first time in his life, Dylan felt completely at peace with himself. It had taken a long time to get to this point, but as he stared at the woman he loved, he knew that this was a new beginning.
One he was definitely looking forward to.
EPILOGUE
Eleven months later
SARAH FELT AS THOUGH SHE was living on an entirely different plane than she had just a few months ago. Ever since the night she’d run into Dylan at the CISS party, her world had been turned upside down. And that had been only the beginning. These days, she felt … different.
She wasn’t sure what the difference was though. Aside from the fact that she was now married, living in a cute little four-bedroom house not too far from Trent Ramsey’s new BDSM club with her husband and her two cats. Okay, so maybe the fact she was working at a BDSM club was what felt so different. The very same BDSM club that was officially opening tonight.
And yes, all was in place. She’d assured Trent of that on the phone, when he called her for the tenth time this morning. That was another big thing that had changed. She talked to Trent freaking Ramsey damn near every single day on the phone or in person.
Seriously, how could she not? The man had offered her a job. A fantastic one making good money. But more importantly, she got to work alongside her husband. Trent hadn’t only wanted her to co-manage the place with Dylan—something she and Dylan had talked about long before she finally accepted the position—but he’d also wanted her to work with his designer, who just so happened to be married to Luke McCoy, the owner of Devotion.
Apparently, Trent had liked Sarah’s design ideas so much he had scrapped his own and implemented the changes. Needless to say, for the nine months it took for them to complete the club, Sarah hadn’t had much time to sit around and think.
Which was a good thing.
“Are you ready for this?” Dylan asked, moving up behind her as they stood near the main bar at … yes, you guessed it … Dichotomy.
Trent had loved the idea. Not only because it defined him so perfectly but because it also defined the club.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” she told him, going on her toes to kiss him. “I mean, we are in a BDSM club, so who knows what’s gonna happen when those doors open.”
Dylan chuckled. “Good news is there aren’t people waiting on the other side of those doors. But they’ll be arriving soon.”
Through the garage, Sarah knew. The front doors were simply for show. If someone wandered up to that part of the building, they’d be greeted by a receptionist, who would handle their issue and send them on their way.
The paying clientele were given individual pass codes that would let them in through the underground parking garage. Their anonymity was of the utmost concern, and the club had been built with that in mind.
“So, maybe we can sneak off later?” Dylan suggested. “Try out one of those spanking benches.”
Sarah laughed. “Are Christian and Tristan gonna stop by?”
Dylan turned to face her fully. “I asked them to. Why?”
“Well, if they do show up, then maybe you’ll get your wish.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because they’ll be a good distraction, don’t you know?”
Dylan jerked her to him, making her giggle as he kissed her hard. “Woman, whatever am I gonna do with you?”
“Whatever you want. Don’t you know that by now?”
Trent Ramsey felt as though he’d been waiting for this night all his life. The grand opening of Dichotomy. He still had a hard time believing it was finally here. Everything was perfect. The place looked spectacular—far better than he’d ever imagined. He knew he owed his gratitude to Sarah and Dylan. They’d worked diligently getting it all in order, paying attention to every little detail.
Now, the only thing left to do was wait to see who showed up.
More importantly, he was waiting to see if she showed up.
She was a submissive looking for a Dom, after all.
And Trent was more than ready to fill the position.
Which was why he’d sent her an invitation. A personal one.
One he couldn’t imagine she could turn down.
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I hope you enjoyed Dylan and Sarah’s story. I’ve mentioned it before, but it took me 3 years to write this book. It all had to do with the frame of mind that Dylan was in. Early on, I found that his depression directly affected my own, therefore I had to put the book away. I’m so glad that his story has now been told. And yes, this is the final book in the Club Destiny series, HOWEVER, there will be a spin-off series for Trent. Something a little edgier, more BDSM related. So, stay tuned for more information.