Defiant Heir (The Heirs 3)

Lifting my head, I kiss him again. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Where you go, I go,” he murmurs before he claims my mouth in a deep kiss. Before I can get carried away and undress him, Kao pulls back. “No sexy times. I want those stitches to heal properly.”

I frown up at him. “So no sex until they come out?”

Kao chuckles. “Just three days until after you’ve seen Dr. Menard for your post-op visit.”

“But there will be kissing?” I ask, grinning at him.

“For sure.” His lips lock on mine, and we lie and make out for a couple of minutes before we call it a night.KAOMy nerves feel like they’ve been put through a shredder by the time I knock on the front door. Noah dropped me off a couple of seconds ago. With his help, I managed to get out of the suite with the excuse Noah and I were visiting his parents.

The front door opens, and I come face to face with Fallon’s dad. Instantly his eyes sharpen on me. “Kao. Come in.”

“Evening, sir.” I step inside and then follow him to the living room.

“Take a seat,” Mr. Reyes says, then he pins me with a frown. “Why did you want to see me?”

Taking a deep breath, I clasp my hands together while resting my forearms on my knees. “It’s about Fallon.”

His facial expression remains stoic.

“I thought you should know I’m dating your daughter.”

“I gathered as much,” he grumbles.

“I love her,” the words burst over my lips, needing him to know I’m serious about her.

Mr. Reyes tilts his head, his eyes narrowing on me. “You broke her heart.”

“I was trying to protect her,” I begin to explain.

When I pause, trying to gather my thoughts, Mr. Reyes snaps, “From what, Kao?”

“Myself.” I lock eyes with Mr. Reyes. “I didn’t want to tie her down to a blind man.”

Only then does he relax a little. “I can understand that, but the way you went about it sucked ass.”

“Totally agree,” I reply, feeling a little less tense.

“Now that you have your sight back, what do you have to offer my daughter?”

“Besides the financial side of things, which I’m sure you know better than me, I only have my love for her. I can promise I’ll never hurt her again. I’ll protect her with my life. I want to give her the life she deserves.”

Mr. Reyes begins to frown again. “This sounds suspiciously like you’re about to ask for my blessing.”

God, not the way I saw this conversation going.

Clearing my throat, I lift my chin. “I am.”

“Well, in that case, you need to give me a moment.”

I watch as Mr. Reyes takes his phone from his pocket, and for a second, I worry he’s going to call Fallon, but then I hear him say, “Mason, get your ass over here.” He dials another number. “Need you here.” A moment later. “I don’t care if you’re having dinner, Lake. Get your ass over to my house right now.”

Fuck.

Ooooh fuck.

With Hunter and Hana’s father’s coming over, I know I’m in deep shit.

When Mr. Reyes is done making the calls to his best friends, he gets up and pours two tumblers of whiskey. Holding one out to me, he says, “You’re going to need it.”

A couple of minutes later, Mr. Chargill and Mr. Cutler arrive, and as soon as my eyes land on Mr. Chargill, I hide a burst of laughter behind a fake cough. I wish I could take a photo so Hunter can see what his dad looks like right now.

“Mason, what the fuck are you wearing?” Mr. Reyes asks.

I take in the winter pajamas, a robe, and slippers.

“This is the shit Kingsley makes me wear to bed.” Mr. Chargill glares at Mr. Cutler when he begins to laugh. “You asking for a beating? It’s not like I had time to change. Falcon said it was an emergency.”

“I didn’t. I said to get your ass over here,” Mr. Reyes argues.

“Could’ve fucking fooled me,” Mr. Chargill grumbles.

Mr. Cutler comes to shake my hand. “How are you, Kao?”

“Much better, sir. Thanks for asking.”

Mr. Chargill’s eyes lock on me. “Your dad says your sight is recovering well?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s good to hear.” Mr. Chargill turns his attention to Mr. Reyes. “So, why are we here?”

Mr. Reyes gestures to me. “Kao’s about to ask us something.”

“Oh?” Mr. Cutler smiles at me. “What do you need.”

God have mercy on my soul if they end up killing me.

After sending up the quick prayer, I climb to my feet. I don’t know who to look at, so I settle on making eye-contact with Mr. Reyes. “I’d like your blessing.” I suck in a deep breath. “I’m going to ask Fallon to marry me.”

“Ooooh.” Mr. Cutler’s eyes widen, and then they shoot to Mr. Reyes.

Mr. Chargill is the first to respond. “You don’t think you’re both a bit young?”