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I watch him get dressed as my heart swells. In all honesty, I didn’t expect anything other than sex coming here tonight but something has changed between us. It feels powerful. Like somehow it cemented us together even more than we already were. For most of my life, I have never felt like anybody understood me. Not even Cyndi. Zade gets me. Not only gets me but knows what I need at all times. That’s a heavy feeling. It’s elation mixed with the most intense fear I’ve ever felt. I love every single moment I get with him but I have to be realistic. I’m eighteen, he’s forty-two. How long until I’m no longer exciting for him? When will he decide it’s time for him to move on? The truth is I’m not sure how I can come back from that. The thought alone is debilitating.

ChapterThirty-Two

ZADE

Once we get back home we sit in the living room talking when she bursts out, “Let’s play truth or dare.”

My initial thought is fuck no because I’m not in high school. Then I decided to go for it because what my beautiful girl wants she gets. If she wants to play truth or dare, I’ll give it to her.

She turns to me on the couch and tucks her legs underneath her, appearing excited. Is she after some kind of information she doesn’t think she can simply ask for? Does she not know I would answer any question she has?

Arching an eyebrow I sigh, “Alright. This was your idea. You get to go first. Truth or dare, baby girl?”

Giggling, she answers, “Truth.”

“I know you like both but do you enjoy watching or being watched more?”

Without hesitation she says, “When it’s you, watching. I swear I could come just from seeing you get off.”

I’m about to strip my clothes off and give her a demonstration when she grins, “Truth or dare, Daddy?”

“Truth,” I groan.

I can tell by her expression this is going to be a serious question. It has me nervous as hell. I swallow hard as I wait for her to tell me the truth of mine that she wants.

“I know you love me. I’m not stupid. You can love someone and not be in love with them. Tell me the truth, Zade, are you in love with me?”

All the air leaves my lungs. Did she just ask if I’m in love with her? Have I been that terrible at showing her what she means to me? Fuck, I guess the answer to that must be yes because if she knew she wouldn’t be asking.

When I spot her eyes welling with tears I know I’ve taken too long to answer. She already thinks the answer is no. I take her hand, afraid she’s going to run away, and speak honestly, “Amira, I’m sorry. I thought I had been clear but obviously, I have failed to express myself the way you deserve. There should never be a time when you question my feelings for you. Yes, I love you. Yes, I’m in love with you. In lust with you. I’m in everything with you.”

My girl isn’t speechless too often but as I sit gazing at her I see the emotion trapped in her throat. She’s on the verge so I say, “Your turn.”

“Dare,” she croaks out.

“I dare you to take that dress off.”

Amira stands while shaking her head, “You could’ve just told me to take it off and I would’ve had to.”

She stands with her back to me and I help her with the zipper. Tossing it over a chair she grins, “You’re turn.”

Chuckling I say, “You chose dare so I will too.”

Standing before me in the sexy black lingerie I picked out for her she smiles sweetly, “I dare you to marry me.”

My heart beats so hard I think it might stop altogether. The pounding in my ears is nearly deafening. Did she just ask me to marry her? Or rather dare me to? I sit staring at my beautiful fucking crazy girl. She’s eighteen. That is the only reason I haven’t demanded it. When I decided I was all in with her I knew I was all in, forever. I have never mentioned marriage to her because it felt almost predatorial. She is so fucking young and has only begun living her adult life. Yet, the only thing I want to do is marry her, make her mine, forever.

“Can you repeat that?”

She grins, “I dare you to marry me.”

THE END

Epilogue One

Four Years Later…

Zade

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