She mouths thank you.
But I don’t want her to thank me. I want her to want me. I want this to be real. I could use a hot fling with someone as innocent and pure as her instead of dealing with the experienced wenches that only want two things: to bear my children and steal my money.
I hear the hooping and hollering from the guys. I feel the shocked expression and whispers from the girls. They believe the act. My dick has decided our show is more than just pretend too.
I need a distraction if I don’t want to walk around all night with a hard-on. And we need a grand finale to cement in their minds our relationship status.
I give her a warning with my eyes.
“No,” she squeals.
And then I toss us into the pool.
When we come up for air, Larkyn is laughing, and I pull her to my body to kiss her again.
Her lips taste even better now that her body is soaking wet, and fully pressed against my body. Other people start jumping in now that we have. She smiles against my lips, knowing she is now a hit, at least with the younger crowd. They’ve all been secretly dying for a chance to dive into the pool all day.
“Larkyn,” a stern voice says over us, and my body freezes. I think my balls climb up in my body a little at the sound.
Larkyn sighs, like she was waiting for this to happen, but she doesn’t try to wiggle out of my arms.
“Hello, father,” she says, staring up at a man.
I follow her gaze. I’m used to fathers glaring at me with unease and trepidation. I’m used to them eyeing me suspiciously, not sure if they like me with their daughters. But then when they realize who I am, they are doing everything they can to impress me.
But I’m not sure meeting her father while soaking wet was my best idea. I just needed a distraction from what she was wearing to keep everyone from thinking too hard about us. Now it seems stupid.
“Are you going to introduce your friend and spend some time with your family at your party? Or are you just going to play, instead of handling your responsibilities, as always?” her father says.
Larkyn takes my hand and leads me to the stairs of the pool, where she climbs out, kicking her heels off on the top step. I guess the heels don’t matter now she’s soaking wet. She doesn’t seem pissed at me for putting her in this predicament though.
Her father starts walking into the house, and we follow. I snatch a towel off one of the chairs and wrap it around Larkyn, who gives me a curt smile and her own warning stare before we head into the house.
Her father is now standing next to, what I presume is, her mother. Both dressed to the nines, while we are dripping on their marble floors. Shit. St
upid.
I open my mouth to start charming her mother. I know I can at least handle that, but Larkyn squeezes my hand, and I stop. She wants to handle this. I’ll let her, as long as she includes the part where I’m her boyfriend.
Her father eyes me again as he puts his hand around his wife, pulling her to him uncomfortably.
“Mom, dad, this is Kade King, my boyfriend,” Larkyn says.
Her mother smiles and her dad stiffens. I wasn’t brought here to make an ex-boyfriend jealous. I was brought here to stick it to her parents.
I grin widely as I pull Larkyn to me and kiss her on the cheek.
“You’ve raised a wonderful daughter, Mr. And Mrs. Veil. And you have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you,” Mrs. Veil says.
Larkyn’s father ignores me though and stares at his daughter. He shakes his head disappointedly, which confuses me.
Anastasia decides to join in on the fun, with a man in tow who looks like a sad puppy following his master’s orders. They stand silently by, watching the exchange.
Larkyn stares her father down, daring him to deny we are dating.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. King, but can I offer you a piece of advice?” he asks, but it isn’t a question. And he doesn’t look at me when he speaks. He looks at Larkyn.