Page 48 of Tarek

“Then yes, we. You will move up the food chain, so to speak, and become someone with power and influence, exactly what you wanted.” I nod my head, forcing a smile on my face. I’m not happy about this shit, but I will play the part he needs me to play. I am concerned about Pierson and the fact that he thinks his only living child is disposable. Then again, he didn’t hesitate to shoot his son. The thought sends a chill down my spine as I roll my shoulders and try to ease the tension in them.

“Sounds like a good plan to me, but killin’ your daughter? You sure you’d want to go that far?” I ask.

“Pierson has always been trouble. I can’t see that changing in the future. Perhaps she may calm down, and we can let her live as long as she follows the rules, but if she so much as steps out of line, we have no use for her. After her marriage to Issac, no one else will want to marry her.” His words are hard to listen to. Why wouldn’t anyone want Pierson? She’s perfect. She’s mine. And I have to remind myself that I’m here to save her and not just take him out. The thought of shooting him between the eyes has crossed my mind more than once.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” He nods and stands from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket as he walks around the desk and approaches me. When he’s within reach, he slaps a hand on my shoulder.

“Good man. I have a meeting to attend. Make sure to keep a close eye on her while I’m out,” he says.

“You got it,” I tell him as he walks past me and out of the room. I turn on my heel and follow behind him, watching some of his other men move through the house. Why didn’t he put one of them on Pierson’s security instead of me?

Ignoring the nagging thought, I trudge up the steps and straight to her room. Opening the door, I don’t see her on the bed where she usually is. I close the door and click the lock before going to the bathroom. That’s when I hear the shower running.

A slow smile curls my lips as I shove the door open and step inside. Pierson lets out a shriek before she sees it’s me. Her eyes widen as I take her naked body in. Bruises linger on her skin, and the thought of that motherfucker touching her sends a chill over my body. Pierson steps toward me, wrapping her arms around my neck before planting her lips on mine. She kisses me hard, and I can feel just what she needs. Me. She fucking needs me, and I need her.

Her hands move to the button on my jeans, and they are around my ankles in no time. My cock is hard and ready for her, just like always. I look over my shoulder again at the door before lifting her and sinking inside her. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I tell her.

“I missed you too.” Her little moans go straight to my cock as she slowly moves. I buck my hips, fucking her like she wants to be fucked. Then I move to sit her on the counter to get deeper inside her. I thrust, loving how she clings to me as I fill her full of me. Each thrust inside her is like being home. She is my home. It hits me harder than I thought it would that I need this woman more than I thought I did. She means something to me. Something more than the past. Something more than she could know.

I kiss her neck as I feel myself coming apart for her. In this moment, I realize dying for her isn’t all that bad. I would willingly put my life on the line for hers to ensure her happiness.

My cock jerks as she bites into my shoulder, stifling her scream of pleasure. She falls apart around me, and I can’t help but groan at the feel of her milking me. Her pussy clenches and pulls, and I could live every second of my life like this.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I slowly pull out of her. She doesn’t let go. I don’t want her to let go.

“We can’t stay in this room all day,” I tell her.

“Why not?” she whines, causing me to chuckle.

“They would know somethin’ is up,” I tell her.

“I don’t want to leave you,” she whispers.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere. We just can’t stay in here, or I’ll fuck you again.”

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Finally, she pulls away from me, and I palm her bruised cheek.

“When this is all over, you’re never leavin’ my bed.”

“You plan on keeping me?” she asks, a hopeful look back in her eyes.

“Oh, I plan on doin’ more than keepin’ you, darlin’.” Pressing a kiss to her lips, she smiles. I pull my jeans back up and help her off the counter before slapping her ass roughly. She yelps and climbs into the shower as I step back into her room to unlock the door. I walk over, drop into the chair in the corner of her room, and wait for her to come out.

Chapter 22

Pierson

Fucking wedding dresses. I feel like a fool in them and sick to my stomach as I try them on. But then I change my thinking. I think about Tarek and what he would think of me in this dress. Would he ever want to marry me? We haven’t known each other long, but the thought remains.

I look at the latest dress in the mirror and want to cringe. It’s not that I don’t look beautiful in it, because I do. But it’s all for Issac, and that thought makes me sick. So I circle back to Tarek and wonder what he would think. Would he like it? Love it? Does it really matter? I let out a sigh as a small smile crosses my face. I think he would like it.

“You must like this one, yes?” Helga, the woman helping me try on dresses, asks.

“Why is that?”

“You smiled at this one,” she adds. She’s right. I’ve not smiled looking at any of the dresses, but I could picture myself walking down the aisle to Tarek in this one. I could see him at the end, smiling his gorgeous smile, his eyes taking me in the way he does. I can picture him in a tuxedo waiting for me at the altar. But that isn’t my reality, and my happy smile slowly fades as the realization hits me. This is all for Issac, a show for my father. My insides turn as I think about that fact.

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