Wreck Me (Savage Bosses)

Epilogue

Tahani

Free to Love

The sun is setting over the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, casting a golden glow across the beach as hundreds of guests gather to witness the most beautiful day of my life. Archer and I decided on a destination wedding, and it’s everything we dreamed of—intimate yet extravagant, every detail carefully chosen to reflect our love down to the purple faux lilacs decorating the sand.

The soft whisper of the ocean, the scent of tropical flowers, and the laughter of our closest friends and family fill the air. I catch a glimpse of my parents sitting in the front row, beaming with pride. My mother wipes away tears, and my father—stoic as always—gives me a small nod, his approval clear in his eyes.

Archer’s mother and sister sit next to them, his sister teary-eyed and his mother looking at her son with pride. I remember their shock when Archer told them he’d finally met someone, and now, seeing them here, I know how important this moment is for them too.

I glance around and spot Contessa, Grace, Braedon, Ava, and the rest of my colleagues from Iconic, all here to celebrate with us. Contessa gives me a playful wink, and I smile back at her.

The ceremony is flawless, not a single expense spared. Hundreds of people surround us, but all I can focus on is the man standing in front of me. My Archer.

As we exchange vows, I feel every word. Archer’s voice is steady, full of love and conviction as he promises to protect, cherish, and love me for the rest of our lives. When it’s my turn, my voice trembles as I vow to love him through every challenge, every triumph, and every ordinary day.

When the officiant finally says, "You may kiss the bride," Archer’s hands are on me in an instant, pulling me into a kiss that makes the world around us disappear. His lips are firm, possessive, full of love and passion. The crowd erupts into cheers, but all I can hear is the steady beat of his heart against mine.

As we walk down the aisle, hand in hand, the sunset casting a golden glow over everything, I catch Archer looking at me like he could devour me whole. His gaze is intense, hungry, full of promise.

My Archer. The man who put an arch in my back, an arch in my toes, and even an arch in my brow.

When I’m with him, I’m not the nerdy, techy girl. I’m sexy. I’m free. I’m desired. And most importantly, I am loved.

And I love him too… so much.

As we step onto the sandy beach, surrounded by love and joy, I know one thing for sure—this is only the beginning of our beautiful forever. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.