Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Standing outside, I check the buttons of my tux, lord forbid my parents do anything that is not formal. Rubbing my hands down my pants, I wipe the sweat from them and swallow. Crap. She has me all tied up like I am in high school. Before I can touch the doorbell, the door opens. “You must be Malcolm,” says an older distinguished gentleman. I can see where she gets her eyes from.
“I am, sir. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Holding out my hand, I am silently praying he can’t tell by how clammy my hands are, what I plan to do with his daughter tonight.
“Porter. You wouldn’t by any chance be Virgil Porter’s boy?” Shit.
“Yes, I am.” His eyes glint a bit.
“I see. So I suppose you and my daughter are going to the party your parents are throwing to announce the investment in my production company?” Damn. I think of it from this angle once I figured out who she was. I don’t know much about my father’s involvement in this. Was it wanted/ Did he strong-arm his way inside the company?
“Yes, Sir.” Then it occurs to me he isn’t dressed. “Are you not attending as well?” Surely my father sent an invite.
“My wife is under the weather, and I don’t attend events like this without my wife. Millicent will be a suitable representative of our family.” My teeth grind together at the word ‘suitable. Like she is a fucking stand-in for a more prominent star. Utter bullshit. She is the goddamn star. Hell, she is the damn moon and sun. I can feel my shoulders tensing up and I have to mentally calm myself. “So how did you meet Millicent?” His questions sound curious but there is something in the tone I can’t pinpoint. Not to mention from the moment he opened the door he has been staring at me like I am in his way.
He clears his throat waiting for an answer, but then I hear wind chimes in my ears. “Malcolm.” I hear from behind the door. Squaring with her father, I push the door back and standing in an emerald green dress, with see-through sleeves and what I can gather is a thigh-high slit, is my angel.
“You look ravishing, Millie,” I tell her, whispering because my throat is clogged with any number of emotions I don’t want to convey in front of her father. The blush that coats her face, runs down her neck and to my supreme disappointment cannot be followed to her chest, since she is completely covered.
“Why thank you, Malcolm. You look very dashing.” My chest puffs out with her compliment. She grabs her coat from the hanger. Reaching past her father who is still lingering and doing something akin to pissing on his stoop, I grab her coat from her and walk closer to her, pushing her father out of the way. Well… making him move himself.
“Turn around,” I tell her, motioning for her to let me help her into it. The moment it is on her, I turn her back facing me and begin buttoning her coat. She gasps at first, shocked by my actions. Shit. So am I. I have never felt this level of ownership or possessiveness before.
“I can button my own coat, Malcolm.” I look up and see she is hiding a smile. Cheeky little angel.
“I know, angel. But what kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure you were warm?” I can see the glow in her eyes, my words making her feel something. Good. There is more where that comes from. Making sure she is set; she grabs her purse and I give her my arm. “Let’s go.” She nods before turning to her father.
“Goodnight, Daddy.” He simply looks at her.
“Millicent.” How did someone so cold, produce this warm, beautiful angel? Questions unanswered but not critical, we make it to the car. The driver gets out to open it for her, but my inner beast wants no one doing anything for his angel.
“I will open it,” I tell him. His hands go up and he backs away. She covers her mouth, but it doesn’t hide the giggle. “Find that funny do you, angel?” I whisper in her ear while helping her get inside. Shit. I shouldn’t have done that. Her scent, warm honey, and strawberry flows through my nose and now my cock is fucking panting.
The drive over is quiet, but not in an awkward way. It is comfortable. The moment I got in and the door was closed I grabbed her hand and haven’t let it go. The car pulls onto the estate, and I groan inwardly looking at all the cars. “Oh wow. Your parents sure know how to party, huh,” she says, as we pull into the curve.