If You Could Only See

Epilogue

Shane – (Two Years Later)~

My head jerked up at the sound of a heavy envelope being dropped on my desk. I peered up at Mason, then asked, "What's this?"

"Open it," Mason instructed, instead of answering. We'd been married two years already, and he was still as demanding as he'd ever been. However, shadowing his father to take over Buchanan Industries in the near future couldn't be easy.

I opened the envelope, then documents as thick as my arm slid out. Mason took a seat on the edge of my desk as I scanned the papers. "Mason, what in the hell is this?"

"The Morgan Corporation is now yours, Shane."

I looked up at him, my eyes as wide as saucers. "What?" I screeched.

"BI ran it to the ground until they had to sell it to us," he explained. "It's yours now."

"Mine?" I asked, completely befuddled.

I had gotten a job with a small accounting firm shortly after we had graduated, but the job had only lasted a year. While I'd wanted nothing to do with Buchanan Industries, Mason had insisted on me working for him because he hadn't liked going all day without seeing me. It was ridiculous, but because I had missed Mason terribly because of his long days of learning the ropes, I had caved. So, I'd gone to work for their accounting department, which Aiden was expected to head up soon.

"Yeah, yours."

"But...how? Why?" I asked.

"Even though Branson got the book thrown at him, it still wasn't life in prison," he answered. "I was never okay with that. So, I made sure that he has nothing to come home to whenever he gets out."

The implications of what he was saying weren't lost on me. "But...Mason...that means you destroyed his entire family's livelihood and legacy." The very idea was shocking. "You don't think that's a little harsh? You know, he didn't actually rape me."

Mason's jaw clenched as he planted his hands on my desk, leaning into me. "I don't give a fuck if he had only moved one hair on your head out of place, Shane. I want the sonofabitch dead. So, no, by comparison, I don't think this is harsh at all."

"Mason, what am I supposed to do with this?" Though I should be chastising him about the severity of his mental issues, his gesture was kind of sweet in that you're-crazy-but-I-know-you-mean-well sort of way.

He stood tall again as he shrugged a shoulder. "You can do whatever you want with it. Take over the business, sell it off, or let it rot into the ground," he answered. "I really don't care."

I leaned back in my chair as I regarded him. "You know, most husbands just give their wives flowers or candy," I grimaced.

Mason smirked. "Most husbands don't know how lucky they are to have a wife who's you."

I stood up out of my chair, then walked over to my husband. His arms were already opening for me, so I glided into his embrace the same way that I'd been doing for the last two years.

Harold Buchanan had crumbled under the threat of his sons and the backing of their mother, so Mason had been able to continue school, and when he'd gotten his degree, he had immediately gone to work for his father. It hadn't taken much for Mason to incorporate himself into the routine of things since his father had been training his sons in the business since they'd been little boys.

Harold and I didn't interact often, but when we did, he was cordial if a little reserved. Still, I didn't mind. He was a horrible man that had raised his sons under the umbrella of abuse and intimidation; I didn't really care if he never spoke another word to me ever again.

Mason's arms tightened around me. "I love you, Shane."

I returned the affection. "I know you do, Mason. I love you, too. So much."

He still refused to forgive himself for the attack, and I wasn't sure if he ever would, but I would not let him make us live in the darkness of that time in our lives. To date, our lives had been two years of unparalleled love and explosive sex, and that's where I wanted to be.

"What would you say if I told you to go lock the door?"

"I'd say that it's already locked, baby."

I pulled back, then looked up at his handsome face as my lips twitched. "Hmm, pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

He smiled. "When it comes to you, I've never been more sure," he replied, his face full of love.

I smiled back as my hands started working on the buttons of his suit jacket, knowing that I was going to spend the rest of my life being loved by this man.

The End.