Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
When the night of the event arrived, I still hadn’t had the talk with Keaton. We’d been so blissfully happy, I hadn’t wanted to bring up a potentially distressing subject.
I waited in the downstairs living room, dressed in my tux and nursing a whiskey. I was still pissed that we were attending the dinner, but I’d made it very clear to Norris that this was a one-time thing and then we were done. He’d tried to argue, but I’d shut him down and hung up the phone.
Keaton breezed into the room, and I almost dropped the tumbler of liquid onto the floor. “Damn,” I breathed. She looked fucking gorgeous. A strapless, silky red dress clung to her body until it reached mid-thigh, then flared out so it swished around her shoes as she walked. And her shoes…fuck. My cock was practically dripping at the sight of them. They were at least five inches high, black, and consisted of multiple straps that crisscrossed from her toes up to her calves, with a bow on the heel. They looked like an erotic present I couldn’t wait to open.
Her curls were somewhat tamed and held back by diamond clips I’d bought her one day when we’d been wandering up 5th Ave. Her brown eyes were highlighted with just a touch of sparkle around them, and her lips were blood red. I almost fell to my knees and begged her to forget the event and let me spend the night fucking her into a damn coma.
She glided toward me, and that’s when I noticed the high slit in the skirt that showed way more of her sexy legs than I was comfortable with. I didn’t think it could get worse until she did a little spin and I saw the back. Or lack thereof.
I started shaking my head as I stalked up to her. “No fucking way. Go upstairs and change,” I growled as I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her around before giving her a nudge to get moving.
She dug her heels in and looked at me over her shoulder, her brown pools clouded with hurt. “You don’t like it?”
I sighed and spun her back around, taking hold of her biceps and looking deeply into her eyes. “I think you look like my every wet dream come true, beautiful. And so will every other fucking man there.” I rotated her once more and patted her ass. “Now go change so I don’t end the night in jail for laying out every motherfucker whose eyes linger on what belongs only to me.”
Keaton stepped to the side and faced me, her hands planted on her hips and her lips set in a stubborn line. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to be able to wear whatever I want, feel sexy, and not be the modest, good little girl that my father made me out to be. I’m finally able to just be me and I won’t let you take this from me.”
I cursed and squeezed my eyes closed, pinching the bridge of my nose as I took a deep breath. When she put it like that, how could I deny her? Sighing, I opened my eyes and took her hand, bringing it to my lips. “Let’s go.”
She nodded with a triumphant smile and headed out of the room. Her back was straight, and her head held high, making me grimace once more at the amount of skin on display. It was going to be a long fucking night…
We rode in silence to the Four Seasons, where the event was being held. I dreaded the moment we walked into the banquet hall, and it was as I expected. Every eye was on my gorgeous wife as we entered. I threw dark looks at a few men who were practically leering at her. They quickly averted their eyes and made themselves scarce.
As the chatter began to pick up again, I noticed Keaton’s body tense and followed her line of sight. Her father was marching toward us with a fake smile plastered on his face.
“Dad,” Keaton greeted politely.
His smile grew even wider as he lightly embraced her, though his eyes were narrowed and filled with disapproval. “Keaton, dear. So nice to see you. Shall we step away somewhere quiet and catch up?”
I put my hand on her lower back and moved closer, reminding her I was there if she needed me. But I let her take the lead, knowing the only way she would be truly free was to stand up to her father.
He gestured in the direction of an open area in front of the built-in bar at the back of the room. Keaton’s dress stood out as we weaved our way to our destination. It was a splash of color among the room’s neutral colors, natural silk wall coverings, and Italian marble. But it wasn’t just the decor, it was as though there was an unspoken dress code—the invitees all seemed to blend in with their surroundings.