Page 89 of Worth the Risk

This is not what I was expecting.

“You’re the last person I thought would be telling me to fall in love and get married.”

“Love has nothing to do with it,” he insists quickly as he waves his hand in the air. “Better that you keep that out of the equation. But have you thought about children? Better to be married before that happens. I don’t want you to get older and wish you had children. You and Sophie are my world, you know that. I’m only asking that you consider this, son.”

Marriage and children. It’s not something I’ve been thinking about. Sure, I want children someday, but I don’t want the woman who comes along with them.

“I don’t think marriage is in my future right now, but I’ll give it some thought,” I say to appease him.

Standing, I plan to leave and escape from this conversation. “Stay seated, Leo. I have one more thing to ask you about.” I sit back down. I’d rather run out of his office than listen to him on this topic more, but I don’t have a choice. He’s my father.

“I may have someone in mind. Someone who would be good for our family. She would even be willing to overlook your dalliances.”

“Who?”

“Amber.”

Oh, hell the fuck no.

After that one night, I’ve tried my best to avoid her. She’s always trying to get my attention and occasionally propositions me. I have no intention of going there with her again. I still don’t know how I went there the first time.

“No way,” I say, standing up.

“Just something to consider. Oliver and I have talked about this, and he’s in agreement that she would make a suitable wife.”

“That’s never going to happen.”

“Calm down, son. It doesn’t have to be Amber, but I thought you might want to consider your future. I love you and Sophie. I couldn’t imagine my world without you both in it.”

I know he only wants the best for me. At this point, he may end up with grandchildren from Sophie before I have any. I can’t imagine having a family with any woman and being with her day in and day out, at least not before or since that one woman. I hate that I’m thinking of her once again, and a familiar ache floods my chest.

I’ll never let any woman get that close to me again. I barely survived the last one.

“I know, Dad, and we love you too. Just give me some time to think about it.”

“I’m happy you’re willing to consider it. I’m not getting any younger, and I want to leave this world one day knowing you had the unconditional love that children bring into your life. Being by yourself is lonely, son. I just want more for you.”

“I hear what you’re saying, and I’ll think about it,” I say to pacify him before I head out of his office and to the bar. I need a drink tonight and a woman who will help me forget the one woman now on my mind.

I need to forget Kylie once again.

* * *

An hour later, I’m in a bar bathroom with a woman kneeling in front of me, currently fucking my dick with her mouth. Usually, I avoid women with blonde hair, but tonight I felt drawn to one.

Glancing down, I wrap my hand in her hair and thrust. The thought of Kylie in the shower the first time she got to her knees for me comes to mind, and I rock harder before erupting in the woman’s mouth.

She drinks me in before standing up and leaning in to kiss me, but I squash my finger to her lips and say, “Later. I need a drink.” After zipping up my pants, I hurry out of the bathroom door, bumping into someone.

Grabbing the woman’s arm to steady her, I say, “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

Hearing a gasp, I look up to her face.

It takes me a moment to recognize her.

“Sierra?”

Her expression becomes angry.

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