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“I’ve missed you,” she murmured before wrapping her arms around me and kissing the side ofmyneck.
“Good…because you have five days’ worth of frustration heading your way.” My hands cupped her bottom as I breathedherin.
For a second, Gisele’s face flashed before me. Her image didn’t disappear until I was balls deep intoRose’sbody.
I didn’t leave until thirty past ten, and my body had furiously drained every last drop of semen into her depths. I fucked her straight for almost two hours. By the time we were done, she was out cold, passed out from all the orgasms I gave her. I left a soft kiss on her head before leaving to head back to Peter’s home. Before walking out, though, I stared down at Rose’s naked state, knowing she had to move closer to where I’d be. That entailed I purchase her a home somewhere in Palo Alto and provide her with whatever else she needed along with a generous monthly allowance. On the occasion when Gisele decided to provoke me with her body, I’d only have to drive fifteen minutes instead of an hour for sex. Yes, the more I thought about it, the more logical it became. The benefits outweighed the bad. I’d propose the idea once I found a house for her tomoveinto.
It was the massive flower truck that I noticed first upon entering the long, gated driveway. I knew preparations were underway, and Thomas had all the help he needed to ensure he did it discreetly, with little noise as much as possible so not to aggravatePeter.
My mother would arrive soon, so I had best jump in the shower again to rinse Rose’s scent off my body before I dressed for the wedding ceremony. Although it’d only be Peter and my mother present—well, along with the household staff—I thought it’d benefit everyone if decorations and whatever else spared no expense to achieve the make-believe wedding with what little time we had toworkwith.
As expected, Thomas greeted me upon entering the house foyer before excusing himself to reprimand some unsuspecting employee for not paying heed to his instructions. I headed straight into the elevator, and upon stepping out of it, I wondered if I should check on Gisele. Did her doctor’s appointment go well? But then I realized after our odd exchange earlier, she might not be as welcoming. Sleeping in her bed tonight would be awkward. As a result, I convinced myself to shower and change and ignored the inkling toseeher.
It was eleven twenty when I began to change into my custom-made black designer suit. My hair was still so wet I could feel a rogue droplet course down the side of my neck. But instead of wiping it off, I took a few steps to locate something. My loyal housekeeper, who assisted moving my things here, knew where I’d like it kept. Close to my watch case and cufflinks. It took a few tries opening several drawers until Ifoundit.
My wedding picture of Paige and me. A remnant of happier times. Our youth and unguarded smiles made me yearn for the past once more. We had been so hopeful. Planning a future of our family that never came to fruition. Her long dark hair loose, adorned with a pink, peach, and white flower crown on top her head. The headpiece she weaved a day prior. She was all smiles and sunshine. Paige had had a beautiful soul—an old soul—and she had captured my heart at first glance in our first year of high school. We had never parted until the day she had been takenfromme.
The picture frame’s glass felt smooth under my fingertips as I lovingly caressed Paige’s face. I missed her. She had left a deep, dark void inside me; I’d been living as half a man, never complete. She had taken a part of me with her, never to be the sameagain.
Forgive me, my love. I know I vowed before I buried you that I’d never marry again…but I’m granting a dying man’s last wish. I’m left with no choice. Peter means a lot to me. I hope you understand my situation. Nothing’s changed. You’ll always be theonlyone.
My chest ached before I placed our wedding picture back in the drawer, sliding it shut. I was immobile for some time before something drove me to finish getting ready. Right after stepping out of the closet, a loud knock came atthedoor.
“Yeah?” I called out before glancing at my wrist to check the time. It was fivetonoon.
“Are you ready, son?” Peter, who was being pushed in a wheelchair by nurse Anita, made a smile that probably took a lot of effort for him. He had a motorized wheelchair, and him not using it validated how ill he wasfeeling.
Dr. Kim had advised me earlier that last night’s dinner took a toll on him. Peter’s ashen pallor had worsened. Two months—the poor guy had two months until his life ended on this earth. As saddened as we all were, I knew deep down Peter was relieved and quite ecstatic to join Edna in the afterlife. I understood too well because if this happened to me, I’d willingly accept my fate with arms wide open and with a grateful smile onmyface.
But until then, I was prepared to sacrifice whatever was required, warranting Peter’s legacy remained intact and securing his happiness by seeing his only daughter marriedtoday.
“I’mready.”
