Page 130 of Four Fiances & I

Standing before me, I push a little on her back so she bends over the desk again. Showing me the way her ass has reddened under my hand. I fucking love the way she looks like this. I love seeing my mark on her, showing the world she is mine. I gently kiss each hand mark before slowly massaging a little cream into her skin.

When I am done, I reach for a box of tissues and use them to dry her wet pussy, before slowly lowering her skirt back down, ensuring it's in place. Jasmine straightens up as I stand and put my bottom half back together again. Trying to look a little presentable.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she points out as I tighten my belt.

“I know.” Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilt her head back, ensuring she can see I’ve gone into Daddy mode. “And I won’t until I decide you need to know.” Her jaw drops as she stares up at me wide-eyed.

“That’s not fair!” she pouts, but I just cock a brow at her, letting her see I’m not messing this time.

“Who am I?” I demand, secretly only doing it because I love the sound of it on my lips.

“My Daddy,” she answers, throwing in a little sass.

“Which means I do not need to justify everything to you. Everything I do is for your good and protection. So, lose the attitude and try not to be a brat unless you want to learn your new punishments the hard way.” Caging her against the desk by leaning against it, with an arm on either side, I ensure I have her full attention. “Now, be a good girl and go and see your friends. You have a lot to get on with, and I have taken up enough of your time.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she answers, smiling before kissing me softly as I stand back, giving her room to leave.

“I expect to see you all for dinner at the usual time unless told otherwise,” I add as she heads towards the door.

“Already planned on it. I’ll make sure Verity’s Daddies join us, too.” She turns to look at me as she slowly pulls the door closed. “I’ll make sure your favourite stress release is available,” she winks before disappearing with a giggle.

ChapterForty-Three

JASMINE

I look around me and smile. It's Thursday afternoon, and I think we might actually pull off the impossible.

From one side of my dance studio to the other, there are tables filled with boxes of fake flowers, decorations we have made to hang around the wedding tent that will be put up Sunday morning, as well as a few for the tables.

Today, we are finishing the table decorations, and then Abbi and Verity will make the buttonholes, leaving Danielle and me to make the bouquets. The three of us have made these types of things before for props. Personally, I think we are doing a damn good job. I send a silent thank you to our dance teacher, Mrs Florence, for being a stickler for perfection and making us redo everything until it was perfect. It seems we would need these skills again after all.

For the tenth time in the last hour, I glance over to the rack where all our dresses are hanging in dress bags. They arrived last night and are already altered and ready for Sunday. My dress may not be the one I had designed especially for me, but there is something about this one that makes me well up every time I see it. Poor Mrs Brown has gotten sucked into all the planning. She not only spent last night doing any alterations needed with the dresses but is also making the food for our little gathering after the wedding. She is fantastic, and I’ve already told Christian we need to do something special for her as a thank you, even if I know she will have a fit.

“Jasmine, dear. What’s your favourite type of cake?”

I look up from the flowers I’m working on and frown.

“What do you mean? For dessert?”

“Don’t be silly, dear, I know that’s hot chocolate fudge cake with ice cream,” she chuckles, flipping a page on her notepad. “No, I mean as in sponge cake. I know you like lemon and wanted it in the original cake, but is it your favourite?”

“I love your lemon cake, but why are you asking?” She can’t seriously think she still needs to make our wedding cake.

“For your wedding cake, of course, I was going to be making it anyway.”

Damn it, I should have seen this coming. There is no way I can let her take on a big job like that when she is already doing so much.

“Don’t worry about the cake, Mrs. Brown. That was before you were doing everything else. You’ve got enough going on with the food and the dresses now.” The second the words leave my mouth and I see the look on her face, I know I have a fight on my hands.

“You need to have a cake! You can't have a wedding without one!” she exclaims.

“We don’t need one, honestly. I promise we will be fine without one. I couldn’t let you take on even more than you have already.”

She looks at me like I’ve completely lost it, and she wants to throw me into an asylum. Looking at the grand scale of things, a cake is the least of our worries. There’s only going to be nineteen of us anyway.

“No family of mine is getting married without a cake. So, do as you are told and tell me what flavours you want.” I try to argue again, but she storms off, leaving me feeling guilty. She’s never been cross with me before, and I think I may have hurt her feelings.

“Do you think I was out of order?” I ask, looking at the girls.

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