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My fingers tap incessantly on the steering wheel as Bianca and I drive to her parents’ house in the evening. The day has been a hectic one and I had to postpone two of my afternoon meetings because I didn’t want to leave her alone while she wallowed in the guilt eclipsing her heart.
Despite her parents being selfish and dictatorial, she’s still tearing herself up over lying to them. It’s unfathomable to me to understand because I could never pledge my loyalty to my father after the shitty way he treated me right till the moment of his last dying breath.
He broke and turned the empathic side of my heart cold and callous.
Her mom and dad are not in the same spectrum as mine yet it’s harder for me to see them as anything but. I’m staying over for dinner for as long as it’s considered polite before stealing Bianca away and making her forget all the worries of today.
I stroke my thumb over her racing pulse as I keep our hands locked while driving with the other. Touching her has become a necessity for survival, like breathing and eating. I might’ve had qualms about intimacy in the past but they’ve all but eviscerated in the aftermath of Paris.
“They make you uncomfortable at any point, I’m taking you back to our place,” I declare over the low music playing in the interior of my car. The smell of rich leather mixing with her addictive perfume.
Glittering lights of the high-rise buildings shine on her stunning face as she twists in her seat to face me. Her tongue swipes along her lower lip whenever she’s deep in thought as my words register in her overthinking brain.
“They’re not as bad as you think, Dash,” she counters with a frown. “We can’t have another scene like last time.”
My expression tightens at the cavalier way she speaks, like it’s a common occurrence. “Standing up for you isn’t making a scene. I would do it again in a heartbeat.”
It’s her who soothes my rising anger by caressing my hand until I relax marginally. “Just try to get along with them. Please, for me?”
“As long as they don’t upset you, I will.”
Knowing it’s as much control as I’ll budge, she acquiesces and turns to gaze out the passenger window. We stop at a red light and I can’t resist sneaking another glance at her curled hair framing her face and the delicate slope of her neck to the sight of her cleavage taunting me with the swell of her full and luscious tits.
Wearing a demure floral dress, she still looks like a sinful angel I crave to corrupt with my devious desires. It had taken all my restraint not to fuck her as soon as we were announced husband and wife, and then later when she strolled out of the closet.
“Is your sister’s boyfriend coming tonight?” I ask, speeding when the light turns green.
“Arya said Aryan will be there.”
“How much have you told Arya about us?”
“Not much more than what my parents know.” A cute scowl mars her features as she reveals in a not-so-nonchalant tone, “Although, she knows more about you than I do and she didn’t even have to google your name.”
My lips tug to the side as I detect the underlying note of jealousy and I hide it by rubbing my jaw. “Impossible, kitten.”
“Umm, yes. She does.” She scoffs. “Even religiously follow every article written about you.”
Another red light and I turn to her, capturing her chin in my hand as I put an end to all her useless doubts. Hell, she knows more about me from the last month than Justin does after knowing me since we were teenagers.
“She doesn’t know thatyoumake me weak in the knees just by merely existing. She doesn’t know I feel more alive with you in a single breath than I have my entire life.” Staring into her hooded eyes, I rasp, “She doesn’t know my favorite flavor is the taste of your lips and my favorite pastime is making you blush. Or that even though I only had you once, you’re the best I ever had. You, kitten, are the only one to witness the weakest part of me. So, yeah, you couldn’t be more wrong if you thought there’s another person on this planet who could know me better than you do.”
Leaving her stunned and speechless for the first time, I drive into the traffic once more. A brief glance shows me the pink color darkening her cheeks and trailing down to her chest, making me wonder just where it ends.
Another half hour later, we reach her childhood residence that is nothing less than a lavish mansion in a big, gated community. There’s a big circular driveway we round as soon as the guard at the entrance lets us in. It’s another glaring reminder of our polar opposite upbringing. Ironic how we still bear the same emotional scars.
Bianca wrings her hands in her lap, betraying her nerves as she gazes ahead.
Unlocking the car, I slide out and round the hood to the passenger seat before opening her door. Her head tilts as soft eyes meet mine and I offer her a reassuring hand, more than happy to be her strength. I can see the thoughts running rampant in her pretty little head as she prepares to reveal our surprise wedding.
If I were a better man, I would feel guilty for not waiting until tomorrow and for putting her in this position. However, the thought of going another day without completely making her mine left a sour taste in my mouth.
I also wouldn’t lie that I needed the control that I felt slipping when I revealed another memory to her last night back into my life. It brought back old, vulnerable feelings I prefer to keep buried.
Her small hand wraps in mine and I hold it tight as I lead us to the front door. Before we can knock, it opens with a flourish by none other than her mother, who has a fake smile perched on her lips. I take it for the red flag it is and put my guard up while Bianca is none the wiser. She’s as impeccably dressed as though she’s hosting a party, not a simple dinner.
“Hi, Mom.” The love in Bianca’s voice is unmistakable, filled with longing.
“Here I was waiting for you to cancel yet again.”
