Page 51 of Mister Stark

“Oh, that’s my fault son.” Daxon announced as he stepped forward and patted his son’s shoulder. “Your fiancée was showing me the pictures of...”

“Decoration samples...” I interrupted as I finished his sentence and covered up the bold-faced lie. “For our wedding, darling. Remember? The one that you’re late for.”

“Yes, I know and I’m sorry.” He apologized as he kissed my cheek and put his arm around me. “I fell behind with work.”

I knew it was complete and utter bullshit. He fell into bed with his lover. Again.

Who was I to judge when I was climaxing in his father’s arms?

Daxon looked at us, and his face was expressionless. He continued to play this game with me, and I always fell right into it. He wanted to make me jealous, and it worked. I did the same thing, and it sent him over the edge. Enough so, his wicked torment with me continued, and here we were. But I wasn’t finished with him just yet.

“Your father brought back a fabulous-looking woman from a lunch date earlier. She screamed marriage potential.” I said as I changed the subject and knew it would strike a nerve.

“Oh, really?” Dylan asked as he raised an eyebrow and looked at his father. “This one wasn’t just for pleasure?”

“They always are, son.” He glared as he looked at me and snapped. “I’m never settling down and have no plans to.”

I raised an eyebrow and huffed. “Well, try it sometime. It’s the best kind of pleasure to share with someone you love. It’s something me and my fiancé will do tonight.”

Suddenly, Dylan laughed and threw me off guard. His laughter echoed through the hallway and left me confused. He let go of me and put his hands up in front of him. This wasn’t a joke, this was war.

Why the fuck was that so funny?

“Okay, as funny as this was, the tension between you two is too much. If Celeste and I are going to get married, you both need to learn how to get along with each other.” Dylan announced with sincerity and got serious. “We can’t have you getting into a fight in public because you’re going to be family soon enough.”

“How can I get along with an insufferable man like your father, who just thinks of himself?” I snapped and stood my ground. “I tolerate him as much as I can.”

Daxon puffed out his chest and was ready to speak, but Dylan interrupted him. “And that’s why I’m sending you both away on a trip together. You can bond and get whatever tension this is out before the wedding.”

“But, Dylan I...” I argued.

“But son, she...” Daxon huffed.

“There are no arguments and you’re both going.” Dylan said firmly as he reached into his pocket and held out two tickets. “You leave first thing tomorrow for a beautiful cabin tucked away in the woods. No distractions. You can learn to rely on each other and get along. Understood?”

I sighed and took the ticket from his hand. “Understood.”

Daxon cleared his throat and tucked the ticket into his suit jacket pocket. “Understood, son.”

Daxon’s eyes locked with mine and we couldn’t stop our frustrated glare at each other. I knew he was thinking what I was thinking. This was a terrible idea.

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