My eyelids spring open as I feel Kian wipe his lips along my thigh with a bite and stand up, righting my skirt. The othercart is long gone. I swallow the pool of saliva as he removes my thong from between my lips. Casually pushing it into his pocket, he brings his mouth to my ear, teasing, “What were you saying, little siren?”
Shuddering, I hide my blushing face against his chest now that I’m brought back to my senses. “This is so not what I planned when I brought you here.”
“After today, I think I’m going to love golfing.”
Oh, me too.
Kian
I know all about her secret mission, and damn if it isn't working. I haven’t felt this relaxed and carefree in ages. Ever, to be honest.
I didn’t want to spend the week thinking about my mother’s appearance in my life. Whether or not I’d like her to be a part of my family that I’ll build with Iris.
Except ever since I let myself plan my future, one absolute thing I want for my kids is to have a big and loving family. Something I never had. They’ll have their mother's side of the family. I want them to have somebody from my side too. This part of me is leaning toward letting my mother in and giving her a second chance.
Doing so, maybe it’ll bring Nathan and me back together too. He’ll see what a manipulative man our father is and realize I care about him. He’ll right all his wrongs against Iris and earn back her friendship.
She’s mad at him, but underneath the anger and the hurt, she misses her friend.
All of us can heal if I forgive my mother.
“Oh my god! I did it! I did it!” exclaims Iris, jumping in joy. Her high ponytail bounces as she twists in my direction. “Did you catch that?”
I lower the phone after ending the recording. “I did.”
“And somebody was saying I’m not sporty,” she sasses.
“I said you’re not into sports, not that you wouldn’t be good at it.”
“Whatever. You were wrong.”
“Fine. I was,” I concede, biting back a smile.
A new tidbit I learned about her? My rainbow is competitive as hell. She’s been playing a match against me to see who can sink more balls, even though neither of us has a clue about the rules of golf.
Skipping over to me, she steals my phone. “Your turn. Though I see no point. You’re losing, Mr. Singhania.”
“Only because I’m distracted.” Her ruined thong is burning a hole in my pocket, reminding me she’s bare underneath her tight skirt.
A smug grin tugs her pouty lips up. “Or maybe you’re just bad.”
“You know better than to challenge me, baby.”
“Show me what you got, love. I know I’m going to win.”
Narrowing my gaze, I smack her ass playfully before walking up to take my position. Focusing, I take a deep breath before swinging. I hear her shocked gasp when the ball goes into the hole on the first try.
She scowls at me when I look over my shoulder with a smirk.
“Are you purposely letting me win?”
“I wouldn’t dare, Rainbow,” I lie.
“Unbelievable,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “You so are. Is there anything you’re not amazing at?”
Man, she’s good for my ego. Bridging the distance, I pick her up and taste her lips. Kissing her a hundred times a day has become a necessity. Inching back, I rasp, “Take our picture.”
She’s taken a dozen, posted two on my public profile on my new Instagram account, which she’s having fun managing. But there’s not one of us together. A damn shame.
