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At least we’re safe from the paparazzi in here.The most I have to worry about is Candace, who’s eyeing Kragen with more than a circumspect look. She appears abhorred by the mark I left on his neck—surely to bruise just as mine has started to.
I don’t think I can hold in any more of my excitement. “You do, Banana Boy?” I ask, resting my lips against his. “Youloveme?”
Kragen’s left arm lassoes my neck. Meanwhile, his right hand traces my cheek. “I say what I mean, and mean what I say,” he whispers a little too loudly, overtly enjoying the attention taken off his sister.
Our lips collide with each other for a brief, yet entirely sexy exchange of passion. Though to be respectful, my conscience polices the ardor since we’re in front of his family. He reaches for his glass of water, as I retrieve the gold ribbon wrapped foil envelope resting next to me.
“I might not have attended your actual wedding,” I announce, sliding the envelope across the table in Tessa’s direction. “But I wanted to support your recent nuptials, since Kragen is now a part of my world.”
Tessa blushes, reaching for the envelope with a pure look of surprise. “This isn’t necessary, Mr. Fairchild,” she says. “Whatever it is—” her words stop short when she retrieves the cardstock.
Inside, I’ve enclosed a notecard in my own personal handwriting. Nothing fancy, just wishing them a happy life together. Along with my salutations is a voucher for a one week stay in the presidential suite at any of my three-thousand properties across the globe.
“Oh my God,” Tessa gasps, her jaw dropping straight to the table. “We simply cannot accept this.”
By that, she means the check I enclosed for ten-thousand dollars. Tessa’s head shakes with hesitation, sliding it towards Candace and Tuti. Candace’s eyes widen, followed by Tuti covering her mouth in shock.
Kragen’s Mimi seems to be taken aback by my gesture of kindness, though she and Tuti are about to receive the shock of their lifetime. “I don’t think this is quite appropriate?” She states more in question form.
I nod willingly. “It is,” I reply with certitude. “I wanted to start Tessa and Craig off with some seed money,” I add, pulling Kragen close to my side. “And because your boy is now,my Banana Boy,I must insist that you turn over your mortgage details to my accountant.”
Tuti’s eyes narrow, matching her wife’s to the very letter. “No, no, we won’t let you do that.”
My head wavers. “Nope,” I retort. “Here on the islands, we have a common phrase—‘ohana,’” I add, tapping the boy’s shoulder. “It means nobody gets left behind, so if you’re this boy’s family—then you’re mine as well.”
Candace’s whole mood has made a complete one-eighty, especially from last night. “We still have like fifty-eight grand left on our mortgage, Mr. Fairchild,” she claims. “We can’t take that from a stranger.”
She’s as stubborn as a fucking mule. Must be the lawyer in her, even if it’s running a free legal aid clinic.“I can assure you that even if you still owed twice that, it’d hardly cause a dent in my finances,” I admit, gesturing my hand over Kragen’s shoulder. “There must be one thing you don’t know about my family, Mrs. Darling,” I add, incisively clearing my throat. “Nevereverargue with a Fairchild.”
* * *
Our meals arrived precisely fifteen minutes ago. My boy took two bites before his exhaustion did him completely in. I can’t blame the little guy. Surely he was bound to tire after being awake for so long. I’d only hoped we would’ve been afforded the time to get back into bed, for him to rest comfortably with pillows and a blanket.
Tuti lowers her tone, noticing Kragen conked out up against my chest. “He hasn’t thrown up or gotten dizzy since last night?”
“Not once,” I reply.
What I’m leaving out is the lengthy exchange where we concurrently sucked each other to completion. Or my mission to unearth another diamond from his cavernous void.Who knows if he got dizzy for a brief moment while swallowing a small bucket of my cum? He certainly didn’t complain as he caught his breath afterwards.
My phone buzzes with an incoming notification. Meanwhile, Kragen’s family finishes their ‘Opaekala’ole linguini, a native breed of shrimp with pasta. “Excuse me a minute,” I whisper. “I gotta respond to this.”
Steve Mount: The vote came back in total favor of removing Francine Showalter from her seat. I’ll ensure every detail is taken care of, and Bozeman Oil Co.’s stock share is handled accordingly.
Are you ABSOLUTELY SURE you wanna proceed with this, Reid? Once you kick the hornet’s nest, there’s nowhere to run.
This response takes zero effort. Of course I want to proceed.
Yes, Steve. Proceed. Be sure the Fairchild P.R. rep is on top of the news as this makes the airwaves. I wanna see the bitch squirming when her stocks take a hit.
I clear my throat as quietly as possible. “Sorry about that,” I say, powering off my phone screen. “So, Tessa and Craig,” I add, turning my attention onto them. “Your honeymoon continues tomorrow in Alaska?”
Minutes later, my conversation wraps with Kragen’s family. He’s still zonked out like a light. But I need to know if he’s going to be under Gordon’s watchful eye, as I fulfill my promise to make an appearance at a friend’s Honolulu club. Literally just to keep in good graces with some of my friends. Since I’ve obviously lost a ton of cred where Jimmie Lein and his side of the posse is concerned.
“Shhhh,” I raise a finger to my lips, as if the Darling Family truly needs a reminder that their boy is asleep. “I’ll see two of you on Friday night,” I whisper towards Tuti and Candace. “And I hope you, Tessa and Craig, enjoy the rest of your honeymoon,” I add warmly. “Maybe I’ll have each of you down here for the holidays?”
The four of them shrug amongst each other. It appears as if they could get on board with such a notion. They slowly and quietly file out from the opposing side of my private booth, before I slide off this end. Leaning forward, I keep Kragen’s head stable under an arm, retrieving him like the drowsy puppy he is.
Out in the car, Gordon helps me lower the boy down into his side of the backseat. As quiet as I hoped this operation would be, naturally it doesn’t go without my sneeze violent as a fucking volcanic eruption.
