That’s not why they will pick me, though.
I have an ace in the hole. My father has been running the Yakuza into the ground for the last ten years. It’s like he knows his days are numbered and he is trying to squeeze as much out of them as possible.
He doesn’t want this merger with the Irish for one reason only. Pride.
It wasn’t his idea. He hadn’t even considered it because he was too busy, focused on his own dealings.
He doesn’t even know about most of mine, nor will he ever.
He thinks he can control my relationship with Cleo.
He’s wrong about that. She’s mine in every sense of the word.
I will have her mind, body, and soul. She will gladly hand her heart over, and in exchange, I will offer her protection. I will allow her to be my pretty little princess while I continue to plan my father’s downfall.
Then, one day, she will become my queen and we will rule the world together.
Fuck, my dick is growing hard at the thought.
Not only does the idea of taking down my criminally corrupt father whose loyalties have strayed turn me on, but the idea of that beautiful redheaded goddess by my side as I do it ramps up the heat.
Remembering her plump red lips has me gripping myself through my jeans.
Man, what those lips would look like wrapped around my cock as it thrusts in and out of her mouth.
Laying my head back, I unzip my pants.
I can’t help it. Thinking about her makes my entire body feel like a live wire. It’s the same thrill I get when I do something incredibly stupid. A high I’m constantly chasing, only with her it’s better.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I imagine Cleo on her knees before me. Her hands resting on my thighs as she looks up at me with those doe eyes wide and innocent. I can see the wonder in her eyes, much like when I pressed my erection against her.
Like she is discovering something for the first time.
I bet she would be tentative at first. Reaching out to brush her hand against me, startling when I jerk at her touch.
I would let her take her time with me, stroking me gently at first.
I move my hand in tune with my fantasy.
When I groan, her eyes would meet mine. A small, satisfied smile on her face. I would reach down, wrapping my hand around hers, tightening it as I show her how I like to be stroked.
My pace quickens as I move quicker. I can see her tongue swiping out to lick her lip. As if she is dying for a taste but is too shy to ask for one.
I wouldn’t make her ask.
She’s mine. I would give her anything she wants. Anything to see her smile.
So instead of asking, I would demand she lean down and take a taste. Wrap those plump lips around my cock.
The tingle in my spine explodes as I jerk in my hand, making a mess out of myself as I release all my pent-up tension.
That was only a fantasy. I bet the real thing will not even compare.
I’m nervous.
I want to call him, but I’m not sure what to say. I’ve never dated anyone before, let alone a grown man.
Kai has probably been on so many dates he can’t even count them.
