Page 6 of Her Fiance’s Father

“Katie, I told you this is not your fault,” I say, stepping closer, so close I can feel the heat from her body. Smell her scent. My nostrils flare, and my lungs warm.

She lifts her head. There are those cute eyes again.

My cock flexes beneath my pants. My head is nearly spinning with desire.

“But…most girls my age put out for their boyfriends…” She’s shaking her head. Finding blame to place on herself.

“Kyle was never your boyfriend.” I take her hand in mine. Such soft skin. Tender flesh. “He was a fiancé arranged by your father and me…”

A flash of guilt strikes me like a punch to the gut. I bite my lower lip as I look down at her.

“If this is anyone’s fault, it’s mine,” I say. “And I’m going to make it up to you.”

Goddamn right I am.

I’m gonna worship her perfect body. Drag my tongue across her pristine pussy. Slide my cock into her and fuck her until she screams my name and comes so many times she nearly passes out.

And I’m this close. My hand is tingling as I reach out, ready to slide up and under her shirt and knead the tender flesh of her breast.

But that’s when I see it. The hesitance in her eyes.

This girl is not ready for what I have to give her. As much as it pains me, I have to wait. I have to hold back.

“You’ll stay here for now. Anything you want is yours. Consider it my penance for putting you in that horrible position.”

It’s a declaration. Not a question.

Before I lose complete control, I release her hand and turn away. Yes, you’ll stay here for now. But whether or not I let you leave…that’s a question.

3

KATIE

Kyle is blowing up my phone. I’m about to either block him or turn it off.

They started off nice. Apologies and all that stuff. But when I didn’t respond, they very quickly took another turn.

Fine, fuck you bitch. You don’t deserve me. Prude little nun. No wonder you’re a virgin. What guy would ever want you?

I really don’t want to care—at all—but it’s hard to just let a guy talk to you like that and not have a reaction. Part of me wants to text him back. Call him all kinds of names or at least send him some middle-finger emojis. But then I feel like I’d be giving in. Playing his game.

Maybe I should just call him. Then I could cuss him out, instantly block him, and never have to hear from him again.

My phone buzzes in my hand again. Not again. Sighing, I glance at the screen.

I apologize. I shouldn’t have done what I did. We are still getting married. It’s happening.

Okay, what in the world is going on? First, he cheats on me, then he insults me, and now he insists that we’re still getting married? Why? Did Clarice realize what a pathetic little worm he is and dump him and now he wants to get back with me?

Maybe it’s an image thing. A guy as rich and awesome and handsome as Kyle couldn’t possibly be single…right? End of sarcasm.

I can’t take any more of this right now.

Tossing my phone aside, I sit up and look around the room. Everything is so nice I feel like I’ve been let into a five-star hotel. All white, light hardwood, pristine sheets, modern furniture, and plate glass windows that look out over the city. Definitely the nicest room I’ve ever been in. It’s hard to believe I’m actually going to be living here.

I guess theoretically I could go back to my parents’ house, but seeing as how they were happy to marry me off to further my father’s business interests, that’s not exactly an enticing option for me.

My body is still shaking. What a night it’s been. Kyle is tall, but I didn’t expect his father to be even taller. He’s like a hunk straight out of a comic book. Charming, muscled, and so handsome.