Three
Caden
The little smile on her sweet face when she saw the tree made my dick hard. That alone made me sad. I lived to make her happy, but to what end.
We couldn’t be together.
When she lived in her father’s mansion, she needed an ally, and I happily took on the job. He was strict with her, monitoring her activities and friends. I did what I could to make her life easier.
On the rare occasions her father let his guard down, and she took advantage, I covered for her. When she got drunk, I was the one she called.
Despite her sheltered life, Amari didn’t wallow in her disappointment. Occasionally, she would let me see her pout and seek my comfort. It was in those moments I fell in love with her. Where my irrational urge to make her happy manifested itself.
Until her birthday six months ago, I had every intention of asking for her father’s permission to be with her.
My timing sucked. The night of her birthday, she was promised to another.
Her father had her married off to one of his rivals with the noble reason of stopping the violence. Two families created a stronger front in the face of our enemy.
Shit was right out of an awful cartel series on Netflix, but it was our reality.
Amari knew none of this. Her father gave her six more months of ignorant bliss.
When he broke the news to her, she’d be heartbroken, but she’d obey becauseAmari was a pleasure. She did what they expected of her and learned to find joy in her plight.
I wasn’t about to add to her issues.
If I opened the door, she’d come barreling through with no thoughts for her future. It happened before.
I snuck into Mr. McCoy’s study to escape the partygoers. I hated parties and crowds of people, but I couldn’t miss Amari’s birthday. She would never forgive me. I sought her approval. Lived off her smile for days. She was the best part of my day, every day. I scrolled through my phone, passing the time.
She snuck in two minutes later. She was a vision in her blue fitted dress. I saw the dress before when she bought it. I took her shopping for it. She tried on dress after dress for an hour. I rejected each one until she walked out of the dressing room with the same grin on her face she held now. The others were fine, but I waited for her to find a dress that made her feel beautiful.
She leveled me with a shy smile as she stepped in front of me.
“Hiding?”
“Don’t like crowds.”
“Then why did you come to my party?” She enjoyed teasing me. She knew why I came, because she asked me to come. If she asked me to kill someone, I would.
“For the food,” I teased her back.
She giggled.
I reached for her and pulled her to me.
I lowered my lips and captured hers. She stiffened at first and then softened and opened for me. Champagne and strawberries stained her lips and tongue. I groaned and deepened the kiss. It wasn’t our first. The night before she left for college was thefirst timeI tastedher. I wanted her to remember what she had waiting on her when she returned.
My hands ran down her back and squeezed her ass. I rocked against her stomach. Let her feel how hard she made me.
She whimpered and stood on her toes to kiss me back. She was so fucking soft and so responsive in my arms. The aroma of coconut and flowers wafted in the air, as she grew more excited. I want her more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.
I cupped her face and laid little kisses across her jaw towards her ear.
“I want you,” I whispered and leaned back.
She searched my face.
