"Looks like you're shit out of luck, Scottie," she said, carefully wiping away the silent tears, no doubt thinking about the photos we were going to take after I gave her the ring. "No more Scott says. I guess you'll just have to risk an honest response."
"That's okay. I feel so at peace right now. No one has ever made me feel more wanted. The joy on your face as I hold this ring in my hands says everything I need to know, but here goes anyway. Tell me you'll be in every photo of my life from here on out. Stacy Kendrick, my beautiful, awe inspiring, best friend only you can make my biggest dream come true. Say you'll be my captivating light in the darkness and I'll be forever yours. Say you'll be my wife, baby. Will you marry me, Stace?" I told her, time stopping for our moment as I looked up into her icy blues and finally popped the question.I could see it in her passionate eyes. She still wanted to give me shit. I chuckled, watching her fight with herself not t"Finally. You took forever. Go ahead and order. We'll be right back. Good luck talking them out of dessert before dinner. You got this, dad," Scott said to Jeff, setting Evan down in his chair to come after me. "What did you say to make them think this was on the table?" Jeff called after Scott. "I believe in you, director," Scott called back, making his way to me. "Let's get some air," he said, slipping his hand in mine. I let him lead me outside, where the tears began to flow in earnest. "You're not going to get pissed off if I ask if you finally got your period, are you?" he asked me. "No, I didn't," I said, letting go of his hand to start pacing. How did I tell him I wouldn't be getting one of those for another 36 weeks? "Okay. Is this about Don Angelo? My dad told me about the shooting. That you went by. How are you, baby?" he asked me, cutting my pacing off by coming to stand before me. He laid his hands on
"You can't say that to her," I reprimanded my fiance, hugging Evan from behind and kissing him on the cheek. "Hi Evan," I probed gently, squeezing him before taking the seat between Evan and Scott. "Look what I got," I said, pulling my newly acquired edition of Where's Waldo out of my handbag. Did Evan being a savant remind Collette too much of me? Is that why she ignored the hell out of my brother? Whatever her reasoning, it pissed me the hell off. "She doesn't know what it means. Double snacks at your play date with Evan tomorrow if you don't tell dad I said a bad word," Scott bartered as Milly giggled and squirmed from his tickles. "I don't, but my best friend has an iPad. Evan, what does it mean?" said Milly, regaining her composure before she turned to Evan again. "I'm on it. According to Urban Dictionary, the saying means—" said a very serious Evan, always ready to learn something new.I gave Scott a pointed look. He made a grab
Six months later…"What am I doing here, Jeff?" I asked, standing outside Don Angelo's hospital room. "You're next of kin. Your father's emergency contact. The irony is not lost on me. He took a bullet to the head last night and somehow he's still not dead. Son of a bitch is immortal," Jeff informed me. "Any chatter about who did it?" I asked, unable to help my curiosity. "Doesn't matter. You're marrying my son in a week. If you don't hurry, we're both going to be late for dinner with Scott and the kids. It's bad enough that I'm attending your wedding alongside Luca Cattaneo. I didn't call you down here to get you involved in this mess. In fact, stay the fuck out of it. The only reason I called is because we're moving Don Angelo to someplace more secure. This might be your last chance to see him, Stacy. Do what you need to do. Just try not to kill him," said Jeff, leaving me alone in front of the hospital room. I entered the room against my better judgment. I hadn't seen Don Angel
Would he keep fucking me if I collapsed face first? He withdrew from me abruptly, setting me down gently. With effort, I tumbled around on my back, breathing hard as my body continued to shake. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he said, a frustrated mess as he walked back to the bed and pulled open the drawer. He dug into it and produced the lube, lathering up his dick as he watched me with the eyes of a hunter. "Must you do this? Can't you let me be nice to you even a little tonight?" he asked, giving me a clear visual of him stroking his dick. "I want what I want," I said, giggling at his frustration, bending my knees and spreading my legs shamelessly to flash him my pussy. "Come here and get it then. Can you even move right now, baby? If you make it to my dick before the lube dries, I'll feed it to your ass," he said, challenging me. He wasn't wrong. He fucked me hard and I was still c
"Give your spoiled whore of a fiancée dick, baby," I said as he let me up sometime later. "Later. You've been coming for ages, baby. Give my pussy a rest," he said gently, wiping the drool and tears off my face. "And you've been hard just as long. Let me pleasure my dick," I said, palming his dick through his pants.He inhaled sharply, frustration all over his face, but stayed frozen in the chair. "This wasn't for me, my princess. It was for you," he said lovingly, getting up and taking me off guard by picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the bedroom. He walked to the bed, laid me down on it and said, "How about we open up some champagne and I'll wrap you up in my arms."Was he fucking crazy? I was out of my mind with need. There was no fucking way we were waiting another second. "We play rough, baby. You will be taking dick in our bedroom tonight. It's not torture, it's foreplay. That's what you said. It c
His tongue swirled round and round my nipple as he watched me. "Surely it's not this little thing making my dirty girl come so hard," he said, teasingly flicking the nipple with the tip of his tongue repeatedly. "Tell me what my secret whore liked more: the pleasure or the pain," he said, calling me out as he took my nipple between his teeth again. Pissed off with him for toying with me, I grabbed his hair and yanked his head away from my breasts. Then I grabbed his neck and bit down hard on it. "Jesus," he said with a powerful hiss, the grinding of his hips into mine starting up again."I'm not discussing this with you," I said, forcing myself away from his neck again. The damage was done though. The coppery taste of blood filled my mouth. I knew I broke skin this time even before I saw the bite mark. Still, I had to look. Horrified, I watched as blood trickled down his neck. "We have to stop," I said feebly, all but beggin