Page 3 of Her Fiance’s Father

“No way you just said that…”

Kyle scoffs with some newfound confidence. “You’re damn right I did.”

Clarice steps up behind him, now wearing some sweatpants and a T-shirt, and hangs off his shoulder. She whispers something I can’t hear, and he smiles.

“I am leaving.” I start to turn away but quickly turn back. “Oh, and the wedding? It’s off.”

Kyle grabs my arm again and pulls me back, only this time, his grip is so tight it feels like his fingers are piercing my flesh. I cry out as he yanks me roughly back to him. I raise my arms to slap him, but before I can, a voice cracks like thunder behind me.

“Get your hands off her!”

The whole world freezes, especially Kyle and Clarice, who look past me like they’ve just seen God.

Slowly, I turn and find myself staring at a man so stunningly handsome I’m having a hard time believing he’s real. I’ve never seen him before—not in person at least—but I know who he is.

Robert Reed… Kyle’s father.

His eyes are dripping with fierce anger and disappointment as he stares at his son. But when they move to me, a softness appears, and a sense of protection sweeps over me.

“Dad, I—” Kyle starts to speak, but Robert cuts him off.

“Just when I think you couldn’t sink any lower.” Shaking his head, he turns his eyes to Clarice. “And you. Don’t even think about calling me again.”

His hand finds mine, and a warm, melting sensation spreads through my middle. Tiny pin pricks spread over my arms as he leads me out the front door.

What is this sensation? I’ve never felt anything like it before.

Is this what…lusting after someone feels like?

This is the first time I’ve set eyes on this man, the first time we’ve touched or even been in the same vicinity as each other. Yet I already feel so comfortable. Like I know him already. It’s like a gravitational force is pulling us together.

“Robert, wait!” Clarice calls after us, but he completely ignores her. All his attention is on me as he leads me out to a shiny red Porsche parked out front. He opens the door and like a rugged gentleman, helps me into the passenger seat.

I take a deep breath. Everything smells brand new. Fresh.

My lips don’t work as Robert gets in beside me. My tongue feels like a piece of boiled chicken in my mouth.

He looks like Superman. Strong cheeks, chiseled jaw, brown hair swept back with a haircut that probably cost a thousand dollars. He’s wearing a pair of linen pants and a white button-up that’s bursting open at the collar, showing off a massive muscular chest beneath.

It’s a good thing I never saw him before. I would have fainted.

The engine revs, and the car lurches forward, leaving the house behind. I glance in the rearview, watching it grow smaller and smaller, then look at him. “Where are we going?”

“Away from here,” he replies firmly, placing a comforting hand on my thigh. “You don’t need to be around people like that.”

No. But I wouldn’t mind being around you.

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ROBERT

She wants it, and she doesn’t even know it, I think to myself as I try to keep my eyes off the tight fabric stretched over her barely legal pussy. Shorts like that should be illegal. I can barely keep my hand from moving up her thigh and tearing them to shreds.

Moonlight gleams through the window, illuminating her beauty. This is the reason I never let myself actually meet Katie. I saw pictures of her and was instantly smitten by her beauty, and I didn’t want to get any ideas about stealing my son’s fiancée. So I watched her from afar, stroking my cock to my own private fantasies about her while I was alone.