Possessive Portuguese: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 86)

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by Flora Ferrari


  EXTENDED EPILOGUE

  Fiona

  Ten years later

  “Should we intervene?” I ask Francisco.

  “Let’s give the kids time to figure it out…time to grow,” Francisco says. “But if anything goes sideways you know I’ll be right there making the situation right immediately.”

  I watch as Francisco’s hands find the sand and his legs pull back from his relaxed sitting position in the sand to a squatting position. Were he’s able to pounce at any moment.

  We decided to drive down to Lagos, Portugal in the Algarve Region in the south today. We got here early and got set up at the famous Benagil aboveground cave. This particular cave has been featured in a staggering number of posts of those bucket list destination posted online, and I have to say they were all right.

  It’s absolutely beautiful, and as the day progresses more and more likely to get absolutely packed.

  Packed is exactly what Filipa, our nine-year-old twin with her brother Filipe, did this morning…as in pack sand into buckets and build it into a sand castle.

  But out of nowhere there’s a bully on the scene and he seems more interested in tearing down what she did than building her up and making her feel good about her work.

  “And…here…he…comes,” Francisco says watching as Filipa’s conversation with the bully boy gets heated and has now caught the attention of Filipe.

  He comes running over from about twenty yards away at a full sprint and puts his body right in-between his twin sister and the boy.

  “If you want to yell at someone, yell at me, but if you do then I have to warn you it’s not going to end well for you. I recommend you just leave us alone and walk away,” he says.

  I reach out my hand to take Francisco’s but he’s pumping his fist at his son's actions and words.

  The bully laughs. “Or what?” he says as he goes to jam his finger in Filipe’s chest, but just as our oldest boy warned him it’s not going to end well for him at this point.

  Filipe catches his wrist, quickly drops to a knee and flips the boy over his shoulder, using the boy’s bigger size against him, sending him face first into the sand.

  Before the boy knows that happens, Filipe is on top with a knee in the boy’s back, pulling one leg towards his head and the opposite arm back towards the leg. The bully is in a world of hurt.

  “Let me go,” he cries out, not looking so tough at all now. I can barely make out the words between all the sand he’s spitting out.

  “Apologize to her,” Filipe demands.

  The boy shouts an explicative.

  “And…right…on…time,” Francisco says jumping to his feet and intercepting what is most certainly the boy’s dad as he runs toward the scene.

  “You step in, I step on your face,” Francisco says.

  “Bu-bu-but my boy,” the man pleads.

  “Your boy was acting without manners and now he’s going to learn some…from my boy. And I’m happy to teach you some as well if you even think about stepping in.”

  “Dad!” the boy yells.

  “Apologize to my sister,” Filipe says.

  “Son…um…apologize like he said,” the man says.

  “Why is Filipe making that boy into a pretzel?” Faith, our seven-year-old asks from just next to me on our blanket underneath our beach tarp.

  “He was rude to your sister.”

  “Oh. That’s not nice,” she says.

  “Not at all,” I say.

  I watch as our six-year-old Finn’s attention moves from the book he was reading to the scene. He jumps up and runs over next to his brother, ready to jump in should he need it.

  My heart swells with pride.

  Francisco has spent a lot of time with our boys teaching them how to respect girls, protect them, and treat them like queens. And when the moment of truth came, they did exactly as my husband has drilled into them over and over again and they came to their sister’s rescue.

  “I’m sorry,” the boy says.

  “Not to me. To her,” Filipe says.

  “Sorry,” he says moving his head in her direction but not looking at her.

  “Look her in the eyes and say it like you mean it, or else this gets tighter,” he says pulling his leg and arm even more.

  “Ow!” the boy says.

  “Say it!”

  “I’m sorry for what I said and did.”

  “Now,” Filipe begins. “I’m going to let you up and you’re going to get up slowly and take the trail up from the beach and out of here and you’re not coming back the rest of the day, or tomorrow either. As a matter of fact you’re not coming back until you learn how to treat people with respect. Do. You. Understand?”

  “Yes,” the boy says.

  Filipe slowly lets him up and the boy wisely doesn’t try anything as he begins walking toward the exit with an angry face as he brushes the sand off himself.

  “You heard him,” Francisco says to the bully’s dad. “It applies to you too. Beat it!”

  The man turns to run backward and falls on his butt, before scrambling to his feet and taking off after his boy.

  “Are you okay, sis?” Filipe asks Filipa.

  “Yeah, you got to me before he could do anything. Thanks,” she says giving him a big hug.

  He takes her hand, and Finn’s with his other, and walks back over towards the blanket where Faith and I are, but not before Francisco comes up from behind and rubs the top of his boy’s heads.

  “Good job, men!” he says, offering them each a high five.

  “Not until I escort her safely all the way back to the blanket, dad,” Filipe says.

  My heart about melts.

  “Come here,” I say to Filipe once he gets back to the towel.

  He comes closer, sitting next to me. “Give your mother a hug,” I say.

  He leans in and I pull him in tight. I know I’m squeezing him pretty good, but he doesn’t complain.

  “I’m making Portuguese chicken for dinner tonight because of you, our little hero,” I say.

  “I’m not little anymore,” he says.

  I can’t help but laugh a bit. “No, you’re not,” I say finally letting go of him.

  “But thanks, mom. That’s my favorite.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m making it.”

  “Peri peri chicken, huh?” Francisco says sitting down next to me. “My second favorite,” he says.

  “I thought that was your favorite. You love that spicy Portuguese African fusion.”

  “I do, that’s why it’s my second favorite.”

  I scrunch my eyebrows. This is news to me. “What’s your favorite then?”

  “You,” he says and his lips come down on my shoulders just next to my neck.

  “Oh!” I say.

  “Doesn’t that dish have to marinate about four hours before being grilled?” he whispers seductively into my ear.

  “It should, yes.”

  “Well then how about I wear out the kids here at the beach and then we can put them down for a nap around two which will give me just enough time to—”

  “Wear me out?”

  “You read my mind,” he says nibbling on my earlobe.

  “You know I can’t get enough of you,” I say.

  “I know, but I sure like trying.”

  “You do it all the time,” I say as I turn and our lips lock.

  “Maybe one of these days you’ll have enough of me for one day, but I sure hope not,” I say.

  “And I know not, because that’s never going to happen.”

  I reach across to grab the water bottle and accidentally brush over the top of his swim trunks.

  “Oh my god!” I say, before quickly turning to see the kids are playing with their coloring books, reading, and playing in the sand. Thankfully they’re not paying attention.

  “You’re ready already?”

  “I wasn’t ready to meet you that day on the street in Lisbon, but I’ve been ready for you every second since.”<
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  “I can see,” I say. “But let’s make sure the kids don’t see.”

  “Never,” he says.

  He slides in behind me and massages my shoulders making a day at the beach feel like…well, a day at the beach, in more ways than one.

  “Why are you so good to me? So perfect for me?”

  “Because you’re so perfect to and for me, and look at what you gave me,” he says as his eyes jump to and from each of our children. “That’s what life’s all about,” he says. “And that starts and ends with you.”

  I turn my head back and we kiss, as he continues rubbing my shoulders, the stress that I should have in my life melting away, but as a published writer of Portuguese adventure fiction that’s heavily inspired by our family’s own tales, well…there’s no stress to be had.

  Because when it comes to my super sailor, my possessive Portuguese, life is truly smooth sailing…today, tomorrow, and forever.

  A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS

  Book 1: Baby Lust

  Book 2: Veteran

  Book 3: Built

  Book 4: Bambino

  Book 5: Rescued

  Book 6: Leader

  Book 7: Professor

  Book 8: Burned

  Book 9: Worldly

  Book 10: Pistol

  Book 11: Policed

  Book 12: Driven

  Book 13: Lucky 13

  Book 14: Lumberjacked

  Book 15: Protector

  Book 16: Carpenter

  Book 17: Italian Stallion

  Book 18: Gardener

  Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin

  Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 21: Cocky CFO

  Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th

  Book 23: Mechanic

  Book 24: SEAL’s Secret

  Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch

  Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina

  Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter

  Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy

  Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol

  Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess

  Book 32: Statham

  Book 33: Bodyguard

  Book 34: Greek God

  Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter

  Book 36: Mountain Man

  Book 37: SEAL’s Justice

  Book 38: Royal Romance

  Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery

  Book 40: Crocodile Dan D

  Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby

  Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby

  Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter

  Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door

  Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace

  Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée

  Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny

  Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter

  Book 49: Steamy

  Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend

  Book 51: Possessive Professor

  Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter

  Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby

  Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day

  Book 55: Doctor Next Door

  Book 56: Possessive Policeman

  Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter

  Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter

  Book 59: Virgin in New York

  Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby

  Book 61: Possessive Protector

  Book 62: Possessive Australian

  Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother

  Book 64: Possessive Cowboy

  Book 65: Summer Romanced

  Book 66: Possessive Prince

  Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy

  Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend

  Book 69: Possessive Firefighter

  Book 70: Football Next Door

  Book 71: Doctor December

  Book 72: Possessive Canadian

  Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire

  Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop

  Book 75: Possessive Brazilian

  Book 76: Hockey Obsession

  Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter

  Book 78: Halloween Next Door

  Book 79: Possessive Russian

  Book 80: Baseball Mine

  Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive

  Book 82: Instalove Island

  Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend

  Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss

  Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor

  Book 86: Possessive Portuguese

  Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop

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