Cake Love: All Things Payne(66)

"Evaleen, so nice to see you." I nod and notice Morgana staring at me out of the corner of my eye, her mouth wide open.

"I'll come back later when you’re alone." Evaleen starts to turn but Morgana stops her.

"No, Evaleen, please stay. Anything you wish to say, you can say in front of my fiancé."

I grin and wrap Morgana in a side hug as Evaleen's mouth falls open. The ups and downs, ins and outs, being with and without Morgana, were almost all worth it to watch the expression on Evaleen's face. I am starting to like surprising Evaleen. Maybe from now on instead of pissing her off, I’ll just try to shock her.

"Fiancé? Just an hour ago you called him a controlling dick." Evaleen smirks at me as she speaks the words.

A few months ago, what Morgana said about me would have pissed me off. A few weeks ago, I would have understood why she said it. Even an hour ago, I would have cringed at those words, but right now, I am beaming.

"I...uh..." Morgana stutters.

I wave my hand in the air to stop her. "I was a controlling dick. Morgana was right, but right now, I am just in love with the sexiest, smartest woman in the world." I grin at Morgana as she blushes.

I can hear dry heaving sounds coming from Evaleen, but we ignore her.

"Okay, well I'll be in my office trying to keep my lunch down Drake. You stop by when you two stop being so nauseating." She turns on her heel and walks out, shutting the door behind her.

"Why don't I leave work early, and we go back to your place Henrik and you can tell me more about our wedding cake."

She pulls at my hand and I follow her, knowing how happy I am to follow her anywhere she wants to go.





Epilogue

Morgana - One Year Later

I'm crying. The tears are falling down my face and I can't stop them. Henrik tries desperately to pull my hands away from my eyes, but I refuse to let him see me like this.

"Morgana, please. I don't understand this," he pleads with me.

He is right, it's not normal. I know that.

My breath shudders as I inhale, bringing my hands down to my lap. I still can't look at him, so I turn to face the window. Clouds float by beneath us and the bright light causes me to squint. I move my gaze to the tan leather seat in front of me.

I should be happy. Yesterday I married the man I love, who is now sitting beside me on a private plane headed to Italy. The wedding was beautiful. The highlight, watching Tiffany’s son, David, walk down the aisle as the ring bearer, without the use of his walker. I don’t think there was a dry eye at the church for that.

Just six months ago, I was permanently given the position of Executive Vice President of Sales and Marketing at Mirmir, my dream job. I mean, it doesn't get better than that. Yet, I can't stop thinking about it.

"It's the cake again, isn't it Morgana," Henrik sounds irritated.

I try to speak but only a whimper comes out, so I nod my head. I can hear him sigh.

"It was exactly what you wanted. Why are you still crying about it?"

The stewardess comes over and hands me a flute of champagne. I take it and nod my thanks to her, before downing it in one gulp.

That is the good stuff. I burp.

Without looking, I hand the glass away. Finally, I turn to Henrik. He's so hot in his fitted gingham button up shirt and faded blue jeans. His dark brown hair tousled in his usual sexy way. I should be happy and turned on, going on my honeymoon with my husband, but I'm melancholy and turned on. I can't help but be horny around him.

"I just miss it so much." Right after I say it, the waterworks start again.

He puts his arms around me and kisses my head. "Shhh. It will be okay. There will always be cake Morgana. Always."

I look up at him, my eyes still watery. "Promise?"

He nods his head and we stay cuddled up for a few minutes before the stewardess interrupts us, "Excuse me sir, madam, but the pilot has just informed me that you are free to move about the cabin. I will be in the back of the plane getting your lunch ready. It should be about fifteen minutes." The unusually tall brunette gives us a warm smile before straightening her posture and walking to the back of the plane.

I can’t help but smile as I watch the bulge in Henrik’s pants grow; I can see he is ready to put his plan into action. He informed me last night that Jacob Mimir had rented a private jet to take us to Italy for our honeymoon as a wedding gift. Henrik immediately told me about his 'plan' while we were flying over the Atlantic. Since neither of us are members of the mile high club, he thought it would be perfect to do it on our honeymoon.

"You ready?" he whispers in my ear as I sit up. He searches the beige cabin to see if anyone is watching us. Of course no one is looking, because it is only us right now.

"Come on Husband, let's join the club." I unbuckle my seat belt and stand.

He does the same but puts his finger to his lips. "Shhh. I don't want people to hear."

I roll my eyes and snort. He keeps look out as we walk up the dark blue carpeted aisle. When he opens the bathroom door, Henrik quickly ushers me inside.

Wow, this is tiny. I think the bathroom in coach on a commercial airline is bigger than this. Henrik squeezes inside. We are having trouble breathing until we maneuver ourselves so I am standing in front of the toilet and he is in front of the sink.