Page 48 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
I shot him a dirty look. “You won’t win this.”
“I’m already winning.”
Asshole.
“Fuck you.” I looked over at my father. “And fuck you too.”
Fuck them both.
“I knew you’d say something like that,” my father said. “Which is why I’ll be sticking around to keep an eye on you.”
What did he mean by sticking around?
As if he could hear the thought in my head, my father smiled. “Do you like my new office?”
“You’re taking over for the dean?” I thought Dean Richards’ absence was due to what happened last night. I should’ve known better.
“I am.”
Perfect. Not only did I have Ravi to contend with, but my father would be breathing down my neck.
“Do we understand each other, son?”
“Perfectly,” I ground out through gritted teeth.
It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter. Apparently, I had less of a choice than the other grooms before me. At least there was one thing to look forward to.
“Is there anything I can’t do to her?” If I had to suffer, then so would Georgia.
My father gave me a dismissive wave. “Do whatever you want.”
“Anything I want?” I clarified.
“Anything you want,” he confirmed. “Aside from extreme mutilation and murder, of course.”
“Can I fuck her?”
“You know the rules, Issac. You can’t fuck her until you break her.”
It was worth a shot.
“I’ll hurt her,” I warned him.
“I don’t care. Hurt Georgia all you want. Just make sure she lives and is healthy enough to give birth.”
Alright, I could work with that. It might even be fun.
“Do I have to knock her up in ninety days, too?”
“No.” He shook his head. “But I would advise it.”
When my father said he advised something, it wasn’t a suggestion. Not that I cared. If I didn’t have to do it, I wouldn’t.
My father lifted his chin and gave me a serious stare. “When this thing is over, I want that girl under your complete and utter control. When you say jump, she had better ask how high. Understand?”
The look on his face led me to ask myself one question.
Who the fuck was Georgia Pyne?
