Page 2 of Mine to Keep

His father shook his head.

Roland stood and walked out of the room. He made it to his office and shut the door. The first thing he did was pour himself a scotch and slam it down. He wanted to strangle his father so much right then, so he knew he’d have to stay away from him for a while and calm down.

He sat behind his desk and looked at the files stacked on it. His mind wasn’t really on work, but he needed something to keep his mind off the next few hours, or he’d go nuts.

Roland would keep an open mind, and maybe it would work out. It would be nice not to have to fend off women every time he was in public. He knew the attraction had to do with the family money, but he also had a dark persona that drew some women in. The fact that he would be married would be the only excuse he would need. Only time would tell.

Chapter Two

A few hours later, there was a commotion in the foyer Roland could hear from his office. He went to see what was happening and found a large man carrying a small person. His father waved him over.

“What’s going on?” Roland asked.

“Your bride is here,” Warren said.

He glanced at the person wrapped up in a blanket. “What the hell is wrong with her?”

His father chuckled. “Nothing, her father drugged her.”

Roland’s eyes widened. “He what? Why?”

His father chuckled. “He thought it was best. It seems she was a bit upset by the turn of events, much like you. Instead of putting up with drama, he sedated her for the flight. He must have given her too much because she was supposed to be awake before now.”

Roland looked at the man holding her. “Who are you?”

“I’m her bodyguard. I am to drop her off and leave,” the big man said.

“Follow me,” Roland said. Without looking at his father again, he started up the stairs. The man following him wasn’t a bit winded carrying a person up a long flight of stairs.

He took her to the room across from his and opened the door. “Set her on the bed. I’ll take care of her.”

The man turned after laying the woman on the mattress. “Her cases will be delivered tonight.” He hesitated. “I can stay if you like. She might want to see someone she knows.”

Roland shook his head. “No. Everything will be all right. Is there anything I need to know about her?”

Roland was instantly suspicious when the color of the man’s face changed, and his eyes looked down.

“Her name is Laila, and she’s a very nice person.”

“I see,” Roland said. He’d find out about her eventually. “You may go.”

The man hesitated again. “Are you sure you don’t…”

“I’m sure. You’re dismissed.”

The man looked at the woman one more time before walking out of the room. Roland was pleased that the man was loyal and cared for the woman. It told him a lot about her already.

Roland turned the light on by the bed, untucked the blanket around her, and stared down at his future wife. She was more beautiful than he expected. She was also a lot smaller. He guessed she was at least a foot shorter than him. That didn’t bother him because he’d always liked petite women. He lifted her up, pulled the blanket off, and threw it to the floor.

She wore a long floral skirt with a short-sleeved white top. She didn’t have any shoes on, and he marveled at how small and dainty her feet were. Her toenails were painted a shimmery pink color he found charming. Her hair was long, wavy, and very dark—as dark as his own. Her complexion was amazing. It was like she’d never been out in the sun. Very white with no freckles or blemishes. He wished he could see her eye color, but he wouldn’t have to wait long.

Roland knew she might complain about it, but he was going to undress her so she’d be more comfortable. He walked to his room and grabbed one of his shirts before going back across the hall.

He unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off. The breath caught in his throat at the pretty breasts encased in a white lace bra. Jesus, it usually took him more than looking at breasts to get hard, but hers were extraordinary. He unsnapped the back and pulled it off, leaving her in a skirt and panties.

His mouth watered with the need to taste her. The shell pink of her nipples would look like cherries when he was donewith them. He slipped his shirt on her and buttoned it up before rolling the sleeves up. He then pulled off her skirt and had another shock. Her white panties matched the bra she wore, but it was the fact he could tell she had very little pubic hair that made his heart trip in his chest.

He pulled his gaze away and lifted her, pulled back the covers, and set her back down. He covered her and then just watched her for a moment. Her eyelashes were so long and thick that if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought she was wearing mascara. Her lips were full and made sweat pop out on his forehead at the thought of her on her knees, with her mouth taking his cock and his hand in her hair to guide and control her movements.

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