Page 46 of What the Heart Wants (Desires of the Heart 1)

“Tell me, is my daughter just something for you to pass the time?” he says looking directly at me.

I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down. “No, she is more than that to us than some casual fling. She is our woman for as long as she will have us.”

He nods his head. “Good for now. She’s my baby girl. Keep her happy, and we won’t have any problems.”

The conversation seems to flow easily after that as we all sit down on the table and get to know Kyla’s family.

You can tell that they are a very close family. I was expecting them to be less accepting of us, but they seem to genuinely be happy for their daughter.

Later in the evening, I’m standing out in the back patio with her father as I gather my thoughts.

“I know it may not be easy to accept for a relationship like yours, but all I ever wanted was my daughter to be happy. We spent most of her life thinking she wouldn’t live to the next day. If the four of you make her happy and love her like she deserves, then I would be a fool to not want that for her,” he says causing me to stand there stunned.

“I want nothing more than for her to be happy,” I state.

“She told you about her heart, correct?” he says glancing over at me.

I nod my head.

“I’m sure that wasn’t easy to hear. It was never easy. She’s better now. Somewhere a long the way, I felt like I had failed her as a father. I’m a doctor for fuck sakes; just not the right one for her. My heart broke a thousand times for her. I was always thinking today was the day I was going to lose her. Luck was on our side when another heart came in for her. I’m forever thankful for that day. If there is one thing you need to remember, it’s that she’s a strong woman; always has been. If you keep her locked up in a box because you are afraid you are going to lose her, it’s going to happen anyway because you will push her away. She spent so many years not being who she wanted to be and thinking she would never get the chance; don’t be the reason she can’t be herself.”

“I know. It was just shocking, but we realised what we were doing once she ran away from us at lunch the one day,.” I tell him.

“I became the hovering parent because of it until Kyla and Holly put us in our place. They were right. We have to stop acting like we are just waiting for her to die when she’s standing there perfectly healthy in front of us.”

I nod my head but don’t say anything. I know that he’s right. I couldn’t imagine living a life where everyone is watching me like I was going to die at any moment. That’s not a life.

Things are going to have to change.

Chapter Eighteen

Kyla

I can do this.

I repeat this to myself over and over again.

I had told the guys that I needed to go home for something before I go to their house tonight.

This week, I knew what I wanted to happen.

After having dinner with my parents, the guys seemed to not hover so much. I knew that my father had to have said something. He seems to be the voice of reason for everyone.

I don’t know if I was waiting to see if my parents approved of them to take this step, or if I wasn’t ready until they stopped hovering and accepted me as I am.

I made sure that I made a trip to the spa to get waxed and anything else you can name. I was finally ready for them to see me.

Holly and I went to get some lingerie for the occasion. I wasn’t sure at first, but I ended up buying a lot. I liked how they looked and felt. If I had known wearing them could make you feel so sexy, I would have done it a long time ago.

I picked out a red knee length lace dress. The front and back were red satin and each of the sides were held with black lace showing a glimpse of my body. I had a decent amount of cleavage showing in what I think is a tasteful way with only tiny spaghetti straps holding it up. I did my makeup lightly except for on my lips. I had decided to put on red lipstick that matched the dress. I had my hair wild with waves going down my back.

Right now, I am thankful that the men had given me a key and code to their house. They should be home soon, so I get the final touches ready.

This will be the night I let my men take my virginity, and I want it to be something I will remember for the rest of my life.

They had a dimmer switch in their room, and I set it so that it’s not too dark to see, but not too bright to showcase flaws.

I had also made a last minute decision to put some music on low.

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