I look towards Alaric. "At sixteen, my parents told me I wasn't to see Beatrix again. I refused. She got pregnant, and I was told it was wrong. She was using me, and I was a fool. I refused to listen, so they cut me off entirely. No money, no contact."I had no idea. "Until when?" When did he finally contact them again?"When Jake was about six, my mum reached out, and I spoke to her. I'm sorry; tonight wasn't meant to be drama." He wraps his arms around me."Alaric, I don't care. Do you remember my parents?" I peer up at him. He nods and laughs. "Exactly, so don't worry, it won't scare me away. I do think you need to speak to him and tell him everything, Sir." Something tells me his dad is trying to make amends."It's his thing. He did it with Desmond when he announced leaving the country. For ten years, he refused to speak to him." He says it like it's nothing, but clearly, it hurts him."They are meant to stay for a few days here in the spare rooms. I might just tell them to go to
As the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, Alaric’s gentle voice stirred me from my slumber.“Good morning, baby girl,” he murmured, his words carrying a warmth that spread through me like sunshine. My lips curled into a soft smile as I turned to face him. He was already awake and grinning at me with that familiar twinkle in his eyes.“You have a busy day today,” he announced, his tone laced with excitement.“Why?” I queried, a hint of confusion tugging at the corners of my mind. After all, I hadn’t made any plans for the day, so why did it suddenly seem so full?Alaric set down a steaming cup of coffee before me, accompanied by a plate of breakfast, and then met my gaze with a knowing look. “Bex and Ivy are still here, and you’re going shopping,” he stated matter-of-factly.“Shopping?” I echoed, my mind racing to catch up with the unexpected turn of events. Shopping wasn’t exactly on my agenda—I had intended to head home and start packing for me to move in here
“I would rather accept you paying than risk my parents’ ulterior motives,” I confessed, the words heavy with resignation.With a sigh, Alaric nodded in understanding. “Then don’t let him pay,” he conceded, his voice soft. “But remember, their intentions may not be as bad as you fear.”I shook my head, unable to shake the nagging sense of distrust that lingered like a shadow in the back of my mind.“It’s too late for that,” I murmured, my heart heavy with the weight of unresolved tension.“From the conversation your father had with mine, your parents were against Jake because he tainted your innocence, and they sensed he was up to no good.”A bitter irony twisted in my gut at his words. Yes, my parents’ suspicions had been justified, their instincts honed to detect the negative that had infiltrated my life in the form of Jake.“That doesn’t remove everything else, Sir,” I interjected, my voice tinged with a hint of defiance. “Yes, they had a reason for objecting to Jake and disowning m
As the day wore on, a sense of exhaustion settled over me like a heavy cloak, weighing down my spirits even as the excitement of the day lingered in the air.Emily and Sally had proven to be invaluable; their warmth and generosity helped to settle my nerves with me not knowing much about them.With each passing hour, I found myself delving deeper into Emily's conversation, learning more about Desmond and their life. Her insights offered a glimpse into a world of Alaric's I didn't know existed.Meanwhile, Sally regaled me with tales of William and Alaric’s history, shedding light on the simmering tensions that lurked beneath the surface. Her words painted a portrait of two men bound by blood yet divided by pride, their unresolved conflicts casting a shadow over any good in their lives.Despite the wealth of knowledge gleaned from our conversations, the day’s main objective remained elusive. Four bridal shops and countless dresses later, I found myself no closer to finding the perfect g
On the drive back, we're all talking, except my mum, who is quiet. I feel that is because Sally has told her off over the dress, so she is watching her words."I told the men to cook," Sally says, and I look at her shocked. "We've had a busy day." She laughs slightly, and I nod."Don't eat the mac and cheese if Desmond has cooked it." Emily looks at us, and Sally laughs."And don't eat anything William cooks either.""Why tell them to cook if they can't?" I laughed at the fact she told them to cook and then said, don't eat it."So, what you're saying is, only the food Alaric makes is safe?" Ivy laughs."Pretty much yes." Sally laughs. She's slightly drunk but happy, at least. Half an hour later, we are finally back. I have to admit I'm ready for sleep.As we walk through the door, Sally laughs and jokes about how the kitchen isn't burnt down from their cooking. I watch Alaric move and grab papers off the table."What is that?" Why do they all look like they are hiding something?"Noth
I wake alone. Last night, Alaric insisted I go to bed and get some sleep, and I didn't even try to argue. Getting ready for my day, I walk down and see him sitting alone. I glance around, confused."They are out for the day. We have the house to ourselves." He looks at me and smiles. I like that. I lift the dress from my body and walk to him, his eyes widening."Baby girl." His words are quiet, and my head shakes. Moving, I climb onto him."Yes, Daddy?" Leaning forward, I bite his lip and grind down against him. His body moves quickly, flipping us until I'm below him."Screw plans." His words growled into my ear, and I pulled his shirt, watching the buttons fly off. I give up on the shirt, it's half off, moving I unfasten his trousers as his mouth moves and teases my neck.My hands push his trousers down, and I grasp his cock. His hands pull against my thong, ripping it from my body before thrusting into me.He groans and holds me against him. My body tries to move, and his hands keep
My nails are looking amazing, I smile and walk into the building."Ruby?" The woman looks at me."Yes." I smile at her."Okay, well, here's your robe; get changed into your outfit, and then Mary will do your makeup and hair." She hands me the robe and shows me to a room. I put on the lingerie and walk back out.Sitting, Mary does my hair and make-up."A special occasion, or just wanted a confidence boost?" She asks and smiles at me."Both, but mostly, I'm getting on Saturday and wanted to surprise him with the pictures." I smile at her."I'm sure he will be surprised. Are you doing just lingerie or different outfits and nude?" she asks, and I shrug."I hadn't thought; I just wanted to get some of the outfits I would be wearing on our wedding night. Maybe nude ones would be good as well? I smile as I consider it."So you must have everything sorted now for your wedding? No doubt already had it planned months ago." She smiles, and my head shakes."Actually, it's king of a whirlwind wedd
Standing in front of the mirror, I feel anxious. The dress is perfect, and Alaric was right. It is already feeling tight, so how bad would it be in another week or two?"How are you feeling?" Bex appears behind me, and I shrug. "You can't back out now. It's too late," she jokes, and I nod in agreement."I'm not backing out, Bex," I say. I just feel anxious. I've been overthinking this whole wedding since the night of the party—more Alaric than anything.Not him directly, but more if he's actually sure."You're crazy," Ivy laughs and walks in. "I told you last night; there is no way Alaric would have asked if he wasn't sure," she says before hugging me."Wait, that's what is worrying you? That Alaric hasn't considered it and won't show?" Bex stands laughing."Mock me later, please," I say as I move to sit and start putting my shoes on. "Right, I'm ready," I announce as I stand up."It's about time. The car was ready twenty minutes ago. At this rate, Alaric would have left." Bex stands