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Bonus Epilogue

!This Bonus Epilogue contains SPOILERS for the ENDING of Torture Me, and the time period is a few weeks after the ending!
! THIS IS AN UPDATED VERSION OF THE OLD BONUS EPILOGUE. IT WILL BE DELETED AFTER THIS VERSION IS PUBLISHED!

Lana

The door creaks open, and I jerk up. Cyrus steps inside, looking his usual sexy self. I swallow, a lump forming in my throat as he eyes me. "Hey," he says. "Hi," I reply. After yesterday's argument, we've been ignoring each other. It's been twenty-four hours since we last spoke, and finally, we face each other.

Cyrus ignores me before heading for the walk-in closet. Sliding the glass door open, I push off the covers lying on me and follow behind him. I only wore my lace panties and a thin crop top. These are what I usually wear to bed, but this time, I decided to wear extra cheeky panties to catch his attention and hopefully talk it out.

"How was your day?" I asked as he removed his coat from his arms, leaving him in his button-up t-shirt. "Stressful," the same thing he told me yesterday. I sigh and step forward, leaning into the counter when his gaze lands on me, and his eyes stroll down my bare legs. "Can we talk? Please?" he runs a hand through his dark black hair, revealing his dark black eyes.

"I'm sorry for pushing you off the edge last night," I began pushing off the counter. I didn't mean to say you weren't as busy as me. And I know you didn't mean what you said."

Goddamnit, Lana, I don't want to hear about your customer! Baby, I'm so tired, and all I want to do is lie in bed with my girlfriend and forget reality.

I swallow as his words replay in my head. He snapped at me like he usually did in high school when we hated each other. And I hated it so much. I snapped back. "I know work has been stressful"
"It's been more than that," he comments, and I tense at the hard ridge of his Italian accent. I'm sorry, too. Can you forgive me and move on?" I tense, trying to prevent the frown on my face.

He sounds so careless like he doesn't care what I have to say. "Please just hear me out."
"Baby, I forgive you. Now let's get some sleep." he darts for the bedroom, but I grasp his wrist to stop him. He glances back at me, and I don't hide my frustration.

"What is going on with you? Are you not taking your meds?" his eyes flash with anger, and I instantly regret my words. "Yes, Lana. I'm taking my fucking meds" he snaps. "So why are you acting like this with me? Is something wrong? With us?" He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm just tired."
"So am I. I just planned a whole wedding for my sister and her husband while running my company while Sam is busy taking care of her newborn—"
"Jesus, Lana. I'm running a whole fucking country right now" Guilt spreads throughout my chest, and I stay quiet.

"Nevan is pissed because I have no fucking time to contact him. My uncle is out of town with the Senators in Belgium, leaving me all alone to run the family business and deal with my shit" I bite my tongue as his yell grows louder. And tears sting the back of my eyes as he goes on.

"And you can't seem to fucking understand that. I want to be by your side twenty-four-seven, get a break from everyone, and be with the only person I want in my life." I breathe and damp my palm against my eye to prevent a tear from slipping. "Why didn't you tell me you're running Winters Inc. alone?" His gaze drops as if realizing he never told me anything.

"What?..."
"You never said anything," he says, taking a deep breath before closing the gap between us. "I'm so sorry," he says, wrapping an arm around me. I fall into his embrace, laying my head on his chest and snaking my head over his waist.

"My head is everywhere," I listen, hearing his heartbeat decrease as he holds onto me. And I smile, placing kisses on his bare chest.

"God, I'm so tired." I kiss his neck softly while he does the same to my cheek. "Make love to me tonight" his words don't take me by shock as they used to. Excitement runs through my veins. We haven't had sex in months, and god, I miss him. I nod, and he pulls his shirt over his head, allowing me to trail kisses down his chest.