Page 28 of Fumble Into the End Zone
I shrugged. “He should have wife’d her because she belongs to me now,” I said.
Bryce’s mouth fell open, but before I could respond, Kindness and Harley opened the patio door.
Bryce and I watched Kindness and Harley tour her garden. Leaning backward, I caught a glimpse of Mia standing in the kitchen alone. I tapped Bryce’s shoulder and pulled back to open the French doors. My grandfather told me I would know my wife when I found her. Today, I have to say, he was right. Everything about the way she smiles, her smell, and how she addressed my daughter said wife.
“Hey, beautiful,” I said, and Mia smiled as she washed her hands.
I approached the opposite side of the island to allow my eyes to feast on her beauty. The thought of my hands gliding over those hips while she rode my dick raced my heart.
“Mr. Allen.”
“ Mia, when are you going to allow me to take you on a date?” I asked to help forge a conversation.
Mia’s brown eyes lingered on mine as silence sat between us. “Why do I have a feeling you will not accept the word no?” she said.
I caressed my faded beard before I answered. “Because you know I won’t,” I said.
She folded her arms across her full breasts. “Why should I go on a date with you?” Mia asked.
“We could skip the date, and you can accept you belong to me,” I said, and her mouth parted.
She tried turning her head to hide her smile, but she failed.
“Marcus, you can’t tell me a few lines, and I melt into a puddle. Is this the new way young millionaires flirt nowadays?” she questioned.
I circled the island, eliminating the space between us. Hovering over her, I examined her gloss covered lips and fought the urge to pull them inside my mouth. “I’m not flirting. I’m putting you on notice, Mia. My intentions are to chase you until I have you in my possession.”
She peered up at me. “And what happens then?” she questioned.
“You won’t complain,” I said.
“Mia, did you...” Kindness said and stopped. “Oh, I can come back,” she finished.
Mia slid past me and followed Kindness to the back of the house with a basket of vegetables. Bryce and Harley entered after.
“It’s called a Fashion Doll,” Harley told Bryce, and I smirked as he scrolled on his phone.
“Two hundred dollars for a doll?” Bryce questioned.
I shook my head because I knew he offered to buy something before researching it.
I observed Mia and Harley color on Kindness’s coffee table. She avoided me after our kitchen interaction.
“You’re not going to know how to answer a damn question,” Bryce said as he stood next to me.
I turned to him. “You heard Mia. I need to be myself.”
He shook his head after he chuckled.
“All right, Miss Allen, I have to be going. I hope to see you again,” Mia said as she lifted herself from the couch.
She extended her arms toward Harley, and they embraced.
“If you give my daddy your phone number, we could meet again,” Harley said, and Bryce shook his head.
Contrary to his belief, I didn’t coach Harley to say anything, but I was glad she did. I’d never brought a woman around my child for several reasons. One being I knew she wanted a mother, and it would break her heart if things didn’t work out. The second being I’m private and I didn’t trust people, but Mia was different. From the moment she laid eyes on Harley, she became her main priority. She assisted her through dinner and kept her engaged in conversation.
I watched Mia scramble to give my daughter an answer about her telephone number. Stepping into the living room, I gave her a temporary way out.
