“Bryce!” she gapes at me, blushing, then slaps my chest.
“What?” I flex my hips, feeling my come coat us as I push inside her again. “Like you don’t like it.” I don’t know what’s gotten into me. She’s turned me into a monster, but I just can’t seem to help myself.
We only have tonight before we are out in the real world again. We have dinner with my parents tomorrow night and right now is the time I have to prove to her that I’m the man for her, regardless of my last name. Regardless of the fact that I’m a Marshall.
I don’t care about our last names. I only care about us being together.
I’m going to show her how much I need her.
How much I love her.
And then maybe, she’ll finally get the idea of how serious I am about us.
Chapter Eighteen
Abby
He wants me to meet the family.
Oh, god. This isn’t a good idea. Why can’t we go back to the villa where we had such wild, passionate sex, I nearly forgot who I was?
“You look like you’re about to throw up,” Lucy says, lounging on the sofa and eating a bowl of popcorn while I’m dressed in a black dress, black heals, my mom’s pearls, and have my hair in a French twist.
I don’t even feel like myself.
“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“Everything is going to be fine. It’s better off this way. Love can’t remain hidden. It never works. Someone is bound to get hurt,” Lucy says, wise beyond her years.
When I got back from my trip with Bryce, Lucy was home when he dropped me off and I spilled my guts to her. He’s a professor, I’m his student, it’s forbidden, he is the mayor’s son, blah, blah, and all she did was squeal and begged me to tell her more.
So here I am.
The only people I want to hide it from now are Bryce’s parents. I know it isn’t going to go well.
A knock at the door has me frozen in place.
“Oh for crying out loud,” Lucy says, setting her bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. She opens the door and grins at Bryce. “Well, come on in. I’m Lucy.”
“Bryce,” he says, kissing my sister on the cheek. “I’ve heard a lot about you Lucy.”
“And I have heard everything about you, Bryce.” My sister openly checks out my boyfriend, horrifying me, and I run to his side, push him out the door, and scowl at my sister.
“Is that so?” Bryce raises his voice so Lucy can hear him from outside. “Hope to hear more later.”
“You bet. Have fun!” Lucy calls out before she closes the door.
“You told her about us, huh?” he sounds smug. “And just what have you told her?” He opens the passenger side door to the car for me. When I sit down he leans in and lays a hand on my thigh. “Did you tell her how much I make you scream?”
“No! I’d never tell my sister that.” I did. “And I do not scream.” I most definitely do.
He tosses his head back and closes the door, then hurries around the front of the car. He opens his door and climbs into the driver’s side, buckles up, and begins to back out of the driveway.
So this is it.
This is where my life ends.
I really do want to throw up.