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When we pull apart, we’re both breathless and delirious. My heart, full and lighter than it’s ever been.
I’m about to tell him we should just skip the rest of the stupid party that was another elaborate scheme of my parents to tear us apart. But I frown when Dash suddenly becomes serious and a ghost of an apologetic expression shadows the happiness in his eyes.
“There’s something I need to tel—”
“Excuse me, everyone!” My father’s smooth voice booms from the stage, cutting off whatever Dash was about to say.
My attention is stolen by my parents and my sister. The low chatter and the music dies down as everyone focuses on my dad, standing tall with his reserved and charming smile he’s honed over the years as a host. My mother stands dutifully beside his side. However, only I can tell her smile is strained.
Dash pulls me close as we listen to my father closely, waiting for our cue.
“I would like to thank all of you for taking the time out of your busy schedules and joining my family tonight for such a joyous occasion. As you all know, my lovely older daughter, Bianca,” he waves his arm in our direction before continuing his speech, “has finally married the love of her life, Dash Stern, who I’m proud to have joined my family as my son-in-law. I would like to introduce the happy couple, Mr. and Mrs. Stern.”
Thunderous claps spread around the ballroom and congratulatory words are whispered as Dash and I walk through the parted crowd and toward the stage. Dash squeezes my palm reassuringly knowing I don’t like being the center of attention. Like before, he raises our joined hands to his chest to let me feel his heartbeat and it calms me instantly.
My father envelops me in a hug and kisses my forehead the second I step on the stage, and does the same to Dash, minus the kiss. Except, there’s no warmth behind it because it’s all an act, a fake display of a united front. I have no right to judge myself despite the happy twist my game took.
My biggest fear was losing myself. Instead, it ended up being my parents. They’ve shown me a side of them that I cannot unsee as I realize their reputation is everything to them and worth more than my happiness.
When my mother embraces me, I bend and whisper in her ear, “You will no longer have a daughter if you ever pull that stunt again, Mother.”
She freezes at the rage in my voice, one I would’ve never dared to use. When I lean back, the perfect smile poised on her lips cracks ever so slightly. I shake my head disappointedly when she doesn’t even attempt to deny my accusation.
My righteous mother holds her head high and hardens her gaze before sneering without losing her mask, “He is no good for you, Bianca. You’re too blind to see it now. Mark my words. That man is going to break your heart.”
I don’t bother with a reply because it’s nothing short of banging my head against the wall. It will only hurt me. However, the damage has been done. Because for the rest of the night, her warning doesn’t stop haunting me like a bad omen.
I just hope I prove her wrong.
Chapter Fifty-three
BIANCA
What’s it called? Fuck bunnies or puck bunnies. I don’t know.
Well, whatever the hell it’s called, the gist is Dash and I spent the whole weekend fucking like bunnies. On every surface. In every room. And our apartment is big. So you can imagine just how many times and ways and positions he made me come.
Does that make me a sex addict?
Apparently, there’s a difference between Dash holding back and… Not.
The man’s libido is insatiable and ever since I gave him free rein and laid my heart on my sleeve, he has become obsessed and possessed like a madman. And god! I love every second of it. Because I’ve been just as bad, unable to keep my hands off him.
He claims this is our mini honeymoon before we go on a real one.
But now, Monday is here and we have to burst our little bubble. I was tempted to play hooky and entice my husband, too, but I’ve already spent all my paid leaves from work while Dash pushed back his meetings. I’m quite shocked I was able to keep him away for so long.
Or maybe it was because I hid all his chargers again.
“I know you said you want babies at thirty,” Dash says with that mischievous glint in his eyes. “But how many are we talking, kitten?”
“Oh my god!” I groan, hiding my face, but he tugs my hand free while smiling softly.
When I push at his hard chest, he doesn’t budge. Instead, he pushes more of his weight down on my naked body. Both of us should be hurrying to get ready for work but Dash is holding me captive in our bed. Still gloriously naked and distracting me with his eight-pack abs, which I finally got to lick, and his cock teasing the inside of my thigh.
“We are still pretending I didn’t blurt that out like a fool.”
He’s unruffled. “One? Two?”
