Georgia’s POV
I woke up aching everywhere—my back, my thighs, even the insides of still pulsed with a dull throb. God, Nick. He just had to make sure I ’learned my lesson’ for disturbing him while he was working. That was the excuse he gave , at least. As if I believed a single word of it.
The truth? He was the one who refused to stop, pushing again and again until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. If the alarm in his damn phone hadn’t gone off, we wouldn’t have realized it was already five in the morning.
We promised to only nap a little, to catch so sleep, and go to the hospital later. I even told him to wake when he did. But when I cracked my eyes open, sunlight was already spilling into the room. It was ten. Ten in the morning. And I was alone, sprawled in the wreckage of his ho office, my body wrecked right along with it.
I looked down and saw myself already wearing Nick’s oversized t-shirt. It took effort to sit up, like my muscles had staged a mutiny. I felt like I’d run a marathon with no training—my legs trembling, my core sore, and down there... God, every shift of my hips reminded of the way he’d ruined .
Dragging myself to the door, I opened it to the faint sound of laughter and the delicious scent of sothing cooking. Katie’s and Ally’s voices floated in from the living room, warm and lively.
I stepped out and found them curled up on the sofa, still wearing Vicky’s shirts, giggling at sothing on the TV.
"Aunt Georgia!" Katie squealed the mont she saw , scrambling up and running straight into my arms. Her big eyes looked worried. "Are you okay now?"
I frowned, tilting my head. "Of course, sweetheart. Why?"
"Uncle Nick said you were sick yesterday," Katie explained, her little face serious. "He said you had a fever and needed rest, so we weren’t allowed to bother you."
Of course he did. My lips twitched into a wry smile. Fever. That man. If soreness from being fucked within an inch of my life counted as a fever, then yes, I’d been burning up all night long.
And the worst part? I knew exactly why he kept undisturbed—so that I’d recover just enough for him to tear apart all over again tonight.
I smoothed Katie’s hair, forcing a smile. "I’m fine now, baby. Don’t worry. Where’s your Uncle Nick?"
But before Katie could answer, another voice ca from the kitchen.
It was Ella.
"He and Oliver went out. Liam too," Ella answered without looking up, her hands busy with a knife, slicing through a pile of leafy greens. She wore an apron that clung to her waist, the scent of garlic and herbs clinging to the air around her.
"Vicky dropped by earlier, but she’s with Colleen now, took her to the mall to grab clothes for everyone. Don’t worry, Oliver and Liam already arranged guards for us and also Colleen and Vicky. We’re safe."
I leaned against the way, still sore in places I didn’t dare ntion, watching the steady rhythm of her knife. The kitchen slled delicious, fresh, earthy, comforting, so different from the wild storm Nick had left in . My body still humd with aftershocks, every small movent reminding of how recklessly we exercised last night.
"Are you... cooking for lunch?" I asked, almost amused.
"Yes," she said with a little shrug, tossing the greens into a bowl. "I texted everyone, asked if they wanted to eat here. Apparently, they all do. Good thing Nick keeps his fridge and pantry stocked like he’s preparing for the apocalypse."
I chuckled softly, moving closer, brushing my fingers along the counter for support. My legs still wobbled if I stood too long. "I’ll help you, then. But first, I need to call the hospital, check on Wendy."
Ella’s knife stilled for a mont, then she glanced at with steady eyes. "Don’t bother. I already called. She hasn’t woken up yet. The nurse promised they’ll update us the mont she does."
Ella was unstoppable in the kitchen. By the ti we were plating the last dish, the whole place slled like a five-star restaurant.
The timing couldn’t have been better; the door opened and Vicky and Colleen ca in, both buried under an avalanche of paper bags. Even the bodyguards trailing them were carrying armfuls.
"What is happening here? It slls divine!" Vicky dropped her load beside the sofa and practically sprinted to the dining table just as I was setting down the steaming dishes.
"Ella went all out," I told her with a laugh. "Good thing you made it back before everything got cold."
"Yeah, Nick told us to be back by lunch. Oliver’s going to take Colleen and Ally to the safehouse later." Vicky straightened her hair with one hand while still grinning ear to ear. "Oh, and I grabbed clothes for you, Katie, and Wendy, sothing for you to wear."
Relief washed over . "Thank you, Vicky. I’ll repay you, just give the receipt."
She waved off dramatically. "Don’t even think about it. I used Nick’s card. Besides—" she winked "—I might’ve spoiled Katie and Ally with a few toys too."
I shook my head, smiling, while she snatched the potholder from . "Go change with Katie. I’ll help Ella finish setting up. The guys are almost here."
Taking her cue, I stepped into the living room. The girls were already knee-deep in boxes, squealing as they tore into their new toys, their laughter bright and contagious.
Colleen crossed the room to , her expression softer than I’d ever seen. "Thank you for everything. I hope things settle for you soon."
I squeezed her hand. "No, Colleen, it’s us who owe you. What you’re giving up for us... It’s more than I can put into words." My gaze drifted to the girls, still oblivious to the storm circling around us. "But we’ll get through this. After lunch, we keep fighting. And soon, both our families will have their lives back."
She nodded firmly, then turned to call Ally for a quick change of clothes. I did the sa with Katie, already bracing myself for what was coming next.
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Thank you for the Golden Ticket!
hrai
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Author’s Note: 9/28/2025
Sorry for not publishing that many Chapters lately. My left wrist hurts, too much typing, both for the book and in my work. I’ll resu releasing more Chapters once I get better. Thanks for supporting this book!
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