Second Chance Rival

“What?” He deviously grinned. “You’ve sucked my dick too many times to still blush like that, kitten.”

I shook my head, feeling my cheeks burn redder. “And what else?”

“I love your smile. Your heart. Your kindness. I love how smart you are. I know one day you’ll do big things with your life.”

I scoffed out, “Yeah, I’m not so sure about that. If my family has anything—”

“Fuck them.”

“Tristian…”

“I’m serious. You can do anything you put your mind to. They don’t dictate your future, Belle. They’re just making you think they can. At some point, you’re going to have to figure out what you want for your life and then go for it.”

“My grandfather is old school. He’d never hand down the business to me. It’s a man’s world.”

“Kitten.” He pecked the tip of my nose. “If that’s what you want, then all you have to do is prove to him that you’re the most qualified to take his throne. At the end of the day, he’s a businessman, and competence is what he wants.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way.”

“Well, start thinking about it. I think you’d look sexy as fuck as a CEO.”

“And you? What do you want for your future?”

He grinned again. “You.”

“Have I ever told you you’re the sweetest guy?”

“Once or twice, but don’t go spreading that around. I have a reputation to uphold.”

I laughed. “Other than me, what do you want?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t like thinking about the future. So much can happen that we have no control over.”

I knew he was referring to his parents dying suddenly. As much as he tried to pretend that he no longer grieved their passing, it was very much alive and present in his daily life.

“Well,” I exclaimed, pulling on his collared shirt. “I think you’d look quite handsome wearing a three-piece suit, sitting in a nice, expensive office in your grandfather’s building. The title CEO on the door. What do you think about that?”

“I’ll tell you what, the day you start working for your grandfather, I’ll consider working for mine. Deal?”

I stuck out my hand to shake his. “Deal.”

He shoved my hand away, kissing my neck instead. “Let’s seal it with my dick inside you.”

“Tristian,” I giggled, hiding my neck from him.

He was about to reply, but the door to my bedroom abruptly opened. I always locked it, but since he showed up early, I didn’t have the chance to. He jolted off me and immediately fell to the floor in a hard thud.

“Mom!” I jumped onto the ground, playing it off like I was the one who made that noise.

She cocked her head to the side. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, pulling myself up off the floor. “You just scared me.”

“Darling, I’m sorry. I was just coming up here to remind you that your father and I will be in Savannah this weekend for a conference. Would you like to join us? We could do some shopping. Maybe look for your debutante dress inspiration?”

“Ummm…” I glanced down at the ground, and Tristian pressed his fingers in a V around his mouth, his tongue sticking in between as he shook his head no.

I stifled a laugh at the oral sex gesture. “I actually have plans with Erica, but maybe next weekend?”