LOGINDad stayed back. He asked us to have fun, claiming he had some things to take care of, which I knew was a lie. I didn't call him out on that, though. It seemed he wanted us to have the night, so he wouldn't feel like the third wheel. Dad had been doing this constantly since our engagement. He had stopped breathing down our necks anytime we were alone. Most times, he creates the opportunity for us.Jay didn't seem to mind that Dad wasn't running with us. He told me to leave him to whatever it was Dad was doing, so I did as asked. I followed him out of the house, through the back door and straight to the small forest. We heard howls all around us, probably those who also wanted to run during the full moon. We weren't the only ones who felt the pull from the moon.I wasn't concerned about meeting people on our run, as the forest we were going to was private property owned by Dad. No werewolf would dare trespass. Jay and I ran, with me mostly chasing him, cackling whenever he tripped and
That night, I laughed as I'd never done before. I danced openly with Jay and got congratulated by almost everyone present. Henry was among them, and he looked genuinely happy for us. It was, should I say, my best night ever. Getting the support and smiles from people around me made me almost shed tears of joy. For the first time, when I held Jay's hand in public, I didn't fear getting caught, or fingers pointed at me. I felt free, like someone had released me from a cage I'd been kept all my life. Jay must have felt the same. He looked more relaxed than I'd ever seen him, his eyes crinkling each time he looked at me. Dad, too. He stuck by our side, shaking hands and laughing with everyone who came to congratulate us. My cheeks hurt from the strain I put on them, but I didn't care. I was happy. That was all that freaking mattered, nothing else. I stood in front of my window, arms folded, looking up at the bright sky. It was night, but the moon was shining so brightly, it looked like
I was already on my toes, fidgeting crazily, while acting like I was listening to whatever Dad and his partners were talking about. I wasn't. I occasionally looked towards the door, biting my lower lip and waiting for Jay to show up with that lopsided smile I knew all too well. Blame it on that stupid message I received. My mind was racing miles a minute, from fear, uncertainty, and nervousness. Dad noticed because he stopped speaking with his friends and excused us, taking my hand in his. He led me away from the others before asking. “Is everything okay?”I nodded, looking back at the door. “Have you tried calling him if you're worried?” Dad didn't even need to ask who I was looking for. He could tell. “I…” I blinked, realising that was what I should have done a long time ago. I had my phone with me. “Let me do that now.” I dialled his number, and he answered on the first ring. I let out a deep sigh of relief, the weight on my shoulders and my fears wiping out instantly. “Baby?
I strode to the door and stood outside for a few seconds before I pushed it open, a smile on my face, only for the expression to wipe instantly. The entire room was almost filled with my dad's employees and my colleagues. They were freaking earlier than we anticipated! What happened to being an hour late? Isn't that like a universal rule?Dad was the first person to notice me. Though he was speaking to a friend, his gaze was at the door, probably wondering why his sons, who were supposed to be the first ones arriving, came later than others.It wasn't our fault, though. They came super early. We were just a few minutes late. “Baby.” He closed the distance between us and enveloped me in a hug, patting my back gently. From the hug, you would have thought we hadn't seen each other for a long time, instead of this afternoon when I left to get ready. “Dad.” Smiling, he broke away from the hug and looked behind me. “Jay?”“He went to take a call. He'll be here soon.” “Okay. Come, I'll
Sliding into the car, I forced a smile at Jay, who was beaming. I was conflicted. I didn't know if I should —'Tell him,' Ryan said, interrupting before I could finish. 'I don't want a repeat of the last time you tried to solve everything yourself and ended up hurting. Tell him! Don't just think of it. There's no use for that.'He's right. I need to tell Dad and Jay about it. My only reason for being reluctant was the thought of making them worry about nothing if this was a prank.'A prank?' he scoffed. 'What are you? A fool? How can you think such a detailed message was horseplay? You must be joking.'Then, if it's not, that means telling them might put them in harm's way. We had just moved on from that dark chapter of our lives. Do we need to keep dwelling on that past?'Still, it's better than not telling them. Do you think they'll be pleased with you for keeping something like that away from them?'I let out an exasperated sigh, and Jay turned to look at me, eyebrows raised. “Are
MATTI squirmed under Dad's gaze, occasionally looking at Jay, who was too focused on his breakfast to pay attention to us. Ever since I joined them for breakfast, Dad had been staring at me, and I wondered, with embarrassment, if he had heard us last night. We weren't really that quiet. Even though Jay made me swallow down most of my moans, I was still loud each time I climaxed. Looking down at my thighs, I gulped, my cheeks tinged a dark red. What if he knew about what we did last night? Did he hear us? Did he… I tugged the turtleneck up, hoping it hid the red marks I got from both his bites and when he had his hand around my neck. “You look great this morning,” he said at last, smiling. “I'm glad you're returning to that Matt, I know.”Oh.I exhaled in relief at his words. So, that was why he was staring at me? I thought… I let out a chuckle.“Well, thank you. Spending time alone with Jay sure did wonders. He was a perfect gentleman last night.”At my double-meaning words, Jay ch







