Page 5 of Her Fiance’s Father

“You too,” I grumble as I hand him a fifty.

What is happening to me? I’m actually jealous. A man like me—worth millions of dollars, who’s never had any problem getting girls—is jealous?

I want to lean in and mark her. Suck her neck, give her a love bite. Do anything to let the rest of the world know that she is my property and they need to back the fuck off. I’m practically shaking with excitement just thinking about it.

I’ve never cared that much for women. They’ve always been just another trophy for me. Another victory. A piece of arm candy to show off to the rest of the world.

But Katie is different.

I don’t just want to show her off; I want to claim her so no other man ever tries to put his hands on her. My cock is pulsing so hard as we step into the building, and I’m picturing all the things I want to do to her, honestly scared I might fuck her until she can’t walk anymore.

I glance over at her as we reach the elevator. She’s definitely nervous, but she also trusts me. And after the betrayal she experienced due to my dweeb of a son, I actually feel proud. I am the one who will stick up for her, protect her, provide for her.

Not him. Not anybody else.

She’ll never have to worry about a thing when she’s by my side.

I press the button for the penthouse and look down at her. My eyes just can’t stay away. It’s really not possible how gorgeous she is. Just standing there…it’s like she’s taunting me. Like her body is daring me to strip her naked and have my way with her. If she looks this good in shorts and a T-shirt, I can’t even imagine what she’ll look like in her birthday suit.

The elevator stops and dings. The doors open, and Katie’s eyes go wide. Stretched out in front of her is an entire wall of plate glass overlooking the city. Lights flicker and reflect across the open floor plan as we step into the room. I hear her gasp as she stops to take it all in.

“Well, what do you think?” It’s a rhetorical question, but she knows that.

“I mean, it’s tiny,” she quips. “But I could get used to it.”

I grin back at her. “Yeah, I bet you could.”

She already looks like she belongs here. Like the whole place was designed around her. With her in mind.

Moments ago, she was my son’s fiancée. An eighteen-year-old beauty that I knew I should stay away from. Now she’s a queen. A queen who belongs in my penthouse. Who belongs in my bed, at my side with my arm wrapped around her.

My hands belong all over her body. Up her dress, down her shirt. My fingers threaded through her hair.

I can’t help but still feel like I should stay away from this girl.

Taking her into my life is going to change everything.

She’s a goddess. An allure. Pure temptation that I can already feel myself being wrapped up in.

And that’s why I’m helpless.

I can’t get rid of her. I can’t fight this urge. Every second that ticks by is torture. And when she looks back at me with those adorable eyes, I feel myself losing control.

How could my son do this? Is it my fault? Did I raise him wrong? When his mother left, I tried to make his life easy. Make things simple. Maybe I gave him too much. Maybe I spoiled him. That was always a worry in the back of my mind, but I just thought he’d end up being overly cocky. I never thought he’d have the balls to make a move on my girlfriend, especially while cheating on his fiancée.

Not like I was that attached to Clarice anyway. But still.

“I appreciate you bringing me here,” Katie says, her voice soft and low. “But I should go.”

“What are you talking about?”

She hangs her head, hiding those cute eyes from me. “It is my fault. If I wasn’t such a prude, Kyle wouldn’t have done what he did.”

My heart sinks. So she does blame herself.

Son of a bitch.

Quiet stretches over the room like a wire drawn tight. I know the consequences of getting closer to her. The urges are already threatening to take over my body. But I can’t just watch her stand there any longer. She looks miserable. She feels responsible for this mess. And that can’t go on.