Page 44 of Come Here and Kiss Me

I’ve wanted to have my own identity away from my parents for as long as I can remember, which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, considering I was dependent on my father up until a few weeks ago. Nothing of what I thought my life would turn into has happened yet. Now I’m fake engaged to a man who is starting to feel like home to me.

Little by little, I’m getting more and more used to Ronan taking care of me, and in the back of my head, I know I shouldn’t. Not just because it’s going to end but because I could stand on my own for the first time in my life if I wanted to. The thought of that, though, compared to the thought of being with him… it keeps me up at night.

However, it’s more than that. I’m starting to fall for him in ways that didn’t seem possible. There’s always been a connection between us, whether or not I wanted there to be. There was no avoiding it.

“Are you alright?” he asks, sipping champagne in the limo on our way to the event.I toy with the matching red silk tie that I bought him when he showed me the dress last week. Gifts are my love language… even if I’m gifting him trinkets and clothes with his own damn money. He doesn’t mind. In fact, I think he enjoys that I do it.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I lie, fully aware he’ll call me out on it.

He proves me right, stating, “Bullshit. Now tell me the truth this time.”

I drop his tie and look down at the bubbles in the flute in my hand. “There’s nothing to tell, Ronan.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “You look beautiful. Gorgeous, in fact. It’s taking everything inside me right now not to close the divider and fuck you senseless until my cum drips out of your cunt as you step out of the limo into the event.”

My eyes widen, and a new profound heat races through me. At this point, nothing should shock me when it pertains to his dirty mouth. Except I’m stunned that his dirty words know no boundaries, and that turns me on in a way I’ve never experienced.

“Would you like that, kitten?”

“I thought I was your little whore? New nickname for me already?”

“Are you trying to bait me?”

I grin, setting down my champagne in favor of cozying up to Ronan. “Maybe.”

“In that case, I’ll call you whatever I damn well please. After all, you’re my wife.”

He always says it to me, and it flows out of his mouth like he’s been saying it forever.

I lick my lips, indeed provoking him. “How many times do I have to remind you that I’m your fake fiancée?”

He ignores my question, spewing, “If you see your father, I advise you to steer clear of him.”

I can’t resist asking, “Why?” Knowing again that he probably won’t clue me in.

Ronan is secretive. I know he’s working hard to find out who emailed our sex tape and hasn’t found anyone leading to the villain.There’s a theory from the PI that it’s a separate person who messaged it to our friends. I told him I didn’t want theories, just the name or names.

As if sensing my stress, his hand lands on my thigh, and his thumb rubs soothing circles on my exposed skin. “Don’t worry about it, Brooklyn. I’m handling it.”

“You always say that. Don’t you think I should know the truth about what’s happening? I mean, I’m the one who’s naked on that tape.”

“My cock is in the video too.”

I roll my eyes. “Nobody ever looks at the guy, and besides, everyone already assumed you had a big dick, so it’s not a surprise that you’re hung like a horse.”

He lightly chuckles. “Did you think I was?”

I shrug, not giving him the satisfaction. When it comes to me, he’s arrogant enough. His ego can’t get any bigger if he tries.

“You little minx.”

I giggle. That schoolgirl giggle just seems to come out of me. I used to laugh at those girls, and now I’ve become one. If I’m being honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thinking back on his response about his cock on the video, I ask, “Have you watched it?”

“Of course.”

“The whole thing?”

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