After a long, emotional weekend full of drama, tears, and mind-blowing sex, Vic and I are officially dating! No more faking. No more holding back our emotions. We’re together, together, and I couldn’t be happier. And I think he feels the same.

I mean, the man willingly shared his deepest pain with me this weekend, opened his heart, let me into his world, and I accepted it—all of it. All that he is, all that he’s been, and everything we can grow to be together.

So, yeah. I have a boyfriend.

And not just any ole’ boyfriend. My man is Victor Grimes. The Mr. Grumpy, no-nonsense, bossy chef himself. The same man who, as we speak, is knocked out, sprawled across the plush leather seat of his private plane, looking real peaceful.

I bite my lip, trying not to grin like a fool. I did that. Me, Ms. Not So Inexperienced Anymore.

Because, ladies and gentlemen, I reverse-cowgirled that man until we came together, and rode off into the sunset, and now he’s out like a light.

But while Vic enjoys a deep, satisfied sleep, I, of course, am stressing because that’s what I do. And because reality is waiting for us back home. Therefore, I need to know what happens now?

I shift in my seat, peeking over at him. “So… what do we tell the girls?”

He groggily stretches, flexing those ridiculous muscles and wrapping an arm around me before groaning, “We just tell the girls we’re in love and we’re gonna live happily ever after like one of their fairy tale stories.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m serious, Vic! Do you expect us to fake it at home? Like business as usual?”

Vic smirks, tilting his head. “Kerry, be real. Did we ever do a good job faking it?” I scowl, but before I can argue, he grins. “You drool every time you see me.”

“The lies you tell! You find every excuse to pull a PR stunt i.e. take me out on a date.”

He chuckles. “Okay, fair. We’ll sit them down when we get home and have a talk, but since we’re on the subject of rooms…” He shifts, turning fully toward me.

“Actually, we weren’t on that subject, and I’m keeping my room during the weekdays.”

His jaw drops dramatically. “But what if I wanna— But what if I need— Dammit, Kerry, at this point, it’s legally mandatory for me to be inside you every day. And I want you in my bed… our bed.”

“You’ll survive.” I smirk, shaking my head.

He lets out a heavy sigh, “Barely.”

The remainder of our plane ride is fun, flirty, and filled with business. Vic is deep into restructuring Grimes Hospitality Group, talking about some “major changes” he’s planning for his empire. Meanwhile, I’m planning the girls’ school week, checking my emails—okay, mass deleting emails about myself.