“It turns out, he’s a shareholder in the company that owns Aaron’s company. He was the one who ordered your uncle to infiltrate my company… and your uncle used you as a tool. Seb has been harboring a vendetta against me for years.”
She gasps. “Stealing your family’s fortune wasn’t enough? What is it with this guy?”
“I can’t blame him,” I sigh. “He’s gone too far. He needs to let it go. This… thisgenerational blameshit, it’s not healthy. But I can’t hate him for it.”
“How is that even possible? He’s a monster!”
“My father turned him into a monster,” I say, staring at the dark TV screen, at her reflection looking back at us. “He was drunk and crashed his car into Sebastian and his family. He killed Sebastian’s wife and son. Then he ran and bribed and bullied his way out of justice.”
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Dom, I’m so sorry. That’s awful for you.”
“Awful forme?” I stand, walking to the window, trembling with anger and hurt.
She walks up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly.
“Awful for you,” she says, and I feel her nodding against my back. “I can tell how much your father meant to you. I get the feeling that you built this business, lived your whole life, to make what happened to him right. Even after you learned about his mistress, you couldn’t hate him. But this is too much, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, a croak in my voice. “Way too damn much. He was supposed to be my hero, and now… How can I ever think of him like that again? How canInot hate him? My own father.”
I’m sorry, son.
But that’s just my mind. Who’s to say he would actually apologize if he were here? That’s one of the twisted punchlines in this joke of a situation. I’ll never be able to confront him.
“Look at me,” Izzy whispers.
I turn slowly. She’s got tears in her eyes, but they don’t slide down her cheeks. They cling to her lashes like little crystals.
“You choose what kind of man you are,” she whispers. “Not your father,you. You’ve built a company that does so much good for the world.Yougive people a chance.”
“I pushed you away for him,” I tell her, squeezing her hips, holding her too tight, probably, but she doesn’t complain. “I didn’t want to let you go. I had to. Because ofhismoral code. But the truth is, Songbird, I can’t hate you for what you did. The truth is, I…”
Love you for it.
“I’m proud of you,” I go on. “You’re loyal. You’re beautiful, inside and out. You’re perfect, Songbird.”
She throws her arms around me and presses against me for a kiss. I wrap my arms around her tightly and squeeze her against me. She moans, muffled by our kiss, and the sound shoots a hot stream of desire right to my cock.
She feels me growing hard for her, grinding her body up and down. She moans insistently, then leans back, looking at me with flushed cheeks, a dangerous, excited glimmer in her eyes.
“You feel so good,” she whispers. “I’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed you so badly,” I tell her, trailing my hands up and down her sides.
“Oh yeah?” She says, sassy, confident,her. “What have you missed about me?”
Her tone cuts through the pathos of the situation. I smirk and lift her off her feet. She giggles as I walk to the couch, then sits down so she’s straddling my lap. She’s wearing thin PJ pants, a strappy top that looks like it could blow away in the wind, and her hair is tied up in that partially tamed messiness that drives me feral.
“Your heat,” I groan, shifting against her. “Your thickness. That flush you get in your cheeks, like you’re shy and turned-on and confident at the same time. And your moans, Songbird, which sound like music.”
She gifts me with some of those moans when I start kissing her neck. I grind against her, letting her feel my thick steel trying to explode out of my pants. She gasps and drags her fingernails down the back of my neck, clinging on firmly.
The passion is so much hotter because of the time we spent apart. And the pleasure feels like heaven when the pain has been so hellish.
She tears at my shirt, popping buttons, moaning, and slipping her hand down between our bodies. Fuck, she’s eager. She needs this as badly as I do.
I lift her up again. She wraps her legs around me automatically. Carrying her into the bedroom, I lay her down, then grab the top of her pants and underwear. She bites her lip, nodding at me, needy for it. Her legs twitch in anticipation.
I pull her pants and underwear down slowly, savoring the slow reveal of her creamy legs, her silky skin almost making me come in my pants. I take a breath, closing my eyes for a moment, when I feel the rush of come shooting begging for release.
