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“You’re all mine,” I moan into her mouth. “Say it.”
“All yours,” she gasps as I suck on her neck.
“Forever.”
“Forever.”
29
Rex
Two MonthsLater
I shake out my hands, an attempt to stop my palms from sweating, and take a calming breath before opening the door.
I’ve never been so nervous, walking into a church.
My nose wrinkles at the scent of wood polish as I walk down the aisle separating the pews. Rick is standing on the pulpit at the head of the room. His attention moves from the Bible on the lectern to me as I grow closer.
“Pastor Adams,” I greet, sliding those sweaty palms down my jeans.
I’ve never been a flustered person.
Nervousness isn’t the norm for me.
“Rex,” he says, sliding his glasses off his nose and setting them down next to the Bible. “This is quite the surprise.”
Yesterday, Carolina’s divorce was finalized. James had been fired from the university two weeks after Carolina talked to the dean. His story hit the news outlets, so everyone knows what a scumbag he is now. Carolina considered returning to school but ultimately decided to take online classes, unsure of her career dreams now.
“I want to marry Carolina,” I blurt out before the nerves get the best of me and I pass out.
He blinks, as if he’s unsure he heard me correctly. “Excuse me?”
I stand tall, straightening my shoulders. “I’m in love with your daughter, sir, and I would love nothing more than for her to be my wife.”
It’s old-fashioned as fuck, asking for Rick’s blessing, but I want the guy to like me. My anxiousness is the fear of him saying no since he’s never been a fan of mine. Sure, it’d look bad if I proposed without asking for permission… but it’ll look real damn bad if I do so after he didn’t give me his blessing.
Him saying no won’t stop me from asking her to be my wife.
Call me an asshole.
I give no fucks.
He stares at me, his eyes unreadable, before gesturing for me to follow him. Neither of us mutters a word as we walk down a narrow hall and land in a small office. Clearing his throat, he perches on the edge of the old wooden desk, his stern eyes pinned to me, and he clasps his hands together in front of him.
“My daughter’s relationship with you has always concerned me,” he states.
So far, not going so well.
“I didn’t like it,” he continues. “With your reputation, I worried you’d hurt her or be a negative influence, but you’ve proven me wrong.”
Shock smacks into me.
Not where I thought this convo was headed.
I stand there, not saying a word, as he keeps speaking. “You’ve been a pillar of strength for her, and I appreciate that.” His hands unclasp, and he throws them out my way. “I apologize for judging you, for doubting your intentions, but hopefully, you understand my concern.”
I only nod.
