Page 85 of The Pursuit of Happiness
He raises a brow and dips his chin, “I tried to warn you.”
Sly looks confused, “What?”
“After Rogan tried to befriend me at the studio, Harvey tried to warn me not to trust him,” I explain.
Harvey complains, “But of course you didn’t listen. Because why would any of the three of you ever listen?” He says with a frown as his eyes move from me, to Brody, to Ivory.
Selene huffs, “Congrats, Harvey. You finally get to experience a fraction of what I’ve been dealing with for years.”
I change the subject, asking the question I’ve been dying to know. “What’s gonna happen to Rogan?”
Sly tenses, but Selene explains, a dark and violent look in her eye, “I’m sending that motherfucker to jail. The evidence is stacked against him. And Dallas provided enough digital data. It’s enough to keep him locked up for a long time.”
I thank Dallas and sigh in relief. A new thought comes to me and I worry, “Sly, your band-”
He holds up a hand, “We’ll find a new guitarist. We were all sick of his shit anyway.”
I look at Brody, “Were you guys at the afterparty?”
Ivory groans and her voice sharpens, “That fuck.”
Brody looks violently angry. “We were there when he drugged you and dragged you off. We didn’t know you were there or what was going on.”
I scoff, “He told me you’d all left.”
“That lying piece of shit. He’s bottom of the barrel. Something you’d scrape off the bottom of your fucking shoe,” Ivory raises her chin and rants.
I catch sight of Dallas raising an amused looking brow in the corner, but my attention quickly focuses on Ivory and her colorful words. “Wow, Iv,” I say, impressed.
She shrugs, “It’s not like I lied.”
“This is true,” Brody adds.
A nurse comes in and catches sight of everyone inside. She blushes and reprimands politely, “Visitation hours are almost up. I can only have one person here.”
Selene announces, “Slater can stay.”
Sly’s shoulders sag in relief.
Selene, Ivory, and Brody say their goodbyes. Harvey gives me a fist bump before he leaves and Brody returns for a second to give me a huge bouquet of flowers. She places them next to a vase of blue roses Sly got me.
When it’s just the two of us, he kisses my forehead and I ask, “So what now?”
He raises a brow and I clarify, “What happens next for us?”
He smiles as he answers, “Now, you never leave my side ever again.”
“I would never dream of it.”
He kisses my lips and I kiss him back fervently, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. We kiss for so long, I feel breathless, completely consumed by him. When he breaks the kiss reluctantly so we can both get more air, he whispers against my lips, “Marry me.”
I gasp, “What?”
He grins, “Marry me.”
“But Sly, we’ve only been together for a few months,” I try to rationalize.
He shakes his head, “Who gives a fuck? Marry me.”
