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We reach the Hunts’, and I make a point of opening her door, this time.
I take all of her bags to the door, and head back to my car, still running.
She looks back when she sees me returning. “You’re not coming?”
I notice her little frown. She doesn’t want me to go.
“Not yet. I have a thing with my brother.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay. See you, then.” She waves awkwardly and walks to the door.
My eyes remain fixed on that fucking ass, filling those pants in a way that should be illegal. “I’ll be here by bedtime.”
And I’ll fuck her to sleep again.
“You don’t have to be,” she replies primly.
But she wants me to. And finally, she’s starting to accept that.
* * *
As a kid, I was terrified of being called into Eriks Goltz’s office. It was never good news. I might be twenty-two, but the cold, sterile space still makes me uncomfortable as fuck. The red desk doesn’t help. Markus says it’s probably red to make cleaning up blood easier. And that’s far too logical.
“Marius.”
I clear my throat.
“I’d like your help,” I admit slowly. “But first, there’s something you need to know, Father.”
The idea came to me earlier this week.
I know my father, and there’s exactly one way I can get his help without him seeing Sarah as an enemy to be used and eliminated. His world is divided in two: those with a claim to his loyalty and the rest.
“I’m listening.”
“There’s a girl,” I say. “She met Mamie today.”
“Yes,” he snaps. “Ma mentioned as much. Another useless pretty thing who doesn’t bring much to the table?”
I know better than to react. “Pretty much. Like Dez and Riley.”
And Mom.
I don’t say that out loud, I’m not suicidal, but it’s nonetheless true: the Kellers weren’t really relevant when he married my mother.
“So, I’m hearing about your cumhole because…”
“I’m going to marry her,” I state firmly.
Eriks sighs deeply, getting up from his imposing armchair to cross his hands behind his back, staring out the window. “Is she Heritage material, at least?”
I nod, although he’s not facing me. I know he’s looking at my reflection. My father is always looking. “I signed her up yesterday.”
Now he turns. “And has she provenherself?”
I still. She’s been a petal for twenty-four hours. “I know she’ll fit in among us, but not yet.”
My father leans back on the floor-to-ceiling window. “She doesn’t have money, or you would have mentioned it. No family of note. So, is she willing to spread her legs to help you advance in life?”
