Page 18 of No Right To Love You
Chapter 14
Ocean
I toldJanuary that I would meet her at her event, and I meant it.
Walking into the hall they rented for this gives me a bit of Deja vu because of her first firm event that we went to together.
Her father glared at me the entire time we were there as if he knew I had defiled his daughter in one of the restrooms. What he doesn’t know is that I took it up a notch and had his daughter walking around with vibrating panties. She remained a professional as I kept teasing her to a minimum. Not enough for it to make her cum but enough to make her so damned ready for me that when I slipped in, it was a sloppy, wet mess.
My hand trembles at the memory as I smooth my already slicked back hair some more. It’s a control tick and it always gives me away to January.
I shake it off and put my hands in my trench coat pockets as I walk into the coat check area.
“Hello, may I take your coat?”
“Thank you and it’s for Mahoe.” I give the girl my coat.
“Oh my God,” her eyes widen. “You’re Mrs. Mahoe’s husband!” She shrieks as if she’s just met a celebrity.
“Yes,” I say with a smirk. “Why does that seem like my wife has been gushing about me all night?”
“Because she has!” The girl giggles.
Look, I get it. I'm Hawaiian, we are naturally gorgeous, male, and female. Me being as tall as 6 feet and five inches doesn’t make it any better for those who find me attractive. My wife says the scar over my right eye makes me look like I’m some badass that’s done something bad to earn it and now, I’m reformed. It’s hilarious.
“She’s the force but I’ll take the compliment. Thank you.” I say then walk away. She smiles and I nod my head walking away toward the hall.
When I walk in, my eyes don’t take long to connect with my wife’s. She looks fucking gorgeous in her blue dress that has a split that’s too high for my liking. The deep neckline in her dress makes me want to rip it apart but I won’t. I have a surprise for her in my suit jacket that I’ll use on her later. She knows where we’re going after this. Her intricate braids are up in a beautiful bun while that red lip she’s wearing is calling to me.
January stops talking to whoever she’s talking to, and she watches me as if she didn’t see me at all today. She saw me this morning, but this morning and tonight are two different things. She tilts her head and smiles at me. It’s a sweet smile, one that I love seeing on her face.
Everyone seems to melt away as I get closer and closer to her. One hand is in my pocket while the other is busy with my thumb messing with my ring. It’s a thing I’ve never been able to give up doing since I put the gold band on.
“Hi,” January greets me when I get in her face.
“Hello, love.”
I lean in lower and kiss her quickly not wanting to make a scene in front of these people. I give her another one because Imiss her soft and beautiful kisses then I pull away before I take it too far.
“You clean up very well, Mr. Mahoe. Two times in a row this year that I see you in a suit. You’re quite dashing.”
I cup her jaw in my hand as my thumb caresses her skin.
“You’re exquisite. If I had seen you leave the house with this dress, my love. The night would end very differently.”
Her eyes widen but I see the lust in them. She’s ready for me and I’m glad she is because I’m not holding back even for a second.
“It’s a shame then, isn’t it?” She flirts as she touches the lapels of my jacket. It’s a habit of hers. She has to touch me somehow.
“Isn’t this how we ended up with a baby the first time around? All the touching and flirting? Now, look at us, we have three. You want another?” I ask and lean into her ear. “Be my goodmarionetteand I will reward you.”
I give her a kiss on the cheek and move back out of her space, but she moves closer to me, invading my space like she always does.
“How are you?” She asks after a moment of her just staring at me.
“I’m good, love. Go on, go mingle and I’ll get us a drink.” I lay a kiss on her temple as her father walks towards our direction.
Instead of being pissed off at him, I walk away to the bar. I know that her father and I didn’t get along well and naturally, I would be fine with having a cordial conversation, but I was too disappointed with him for me to hold a conversation with him.
