Fifteen
Kayleigh
“Hi darling,”
Andrew says as he comes up to me after class. I smile and give him a peck on the lips. He wraps his arm around my shoulder as we head to the café to grab something to eat. We have a bit of time before I need to head to my next class, and he meets me here on his lunch break from work.
He grabs food for me as I take my seat and wait for him. He brings me back a salad, one that I hate and he eats his burger and fries.
“Did you think about what we talked about?”
“Yes,”
I say, defeated.
“That’s great darling. I can’t wait to meet the family.”
“Please,”
I start to beg, but he grips my wrist hard enough that I know I will need to use make-up to cover the bruises.
“You will play your part, or I go right to the police.”
“Okay.”
“Good, now put a smile on and eat that salad. We need to work on your diet. No woman of my mine will be looking like that; but no worries, we will fix that.”
He smiles before taking a bite of his burger.
Oscar
Six Months Later
We have not had any luck tracking down Kaan Eres, the Turkish boss. The soldier who we tortured had the Turkish crest on his shoulder. We returned his head to them in a box and started burning a few of their businesses. They, of course, retaliated by blowing up a few of Cillian’s real estate properties. We do have the De Lucas, Garcias, and Vasileiouses supporting us but I need the fucker dead. Erin is still having nightmares. I want to be able to tell her the men that hurt her can never hurt her again.
Speaking of my angel, I roll over and watch as she sleeps on her side with her glorious ass pressed against my throbbing dick. I only climbed into bed an hour ago after I had to rub one out in the shower.
“Mhm, Oscar,”
she moans.
I grind my teeth together and I clench my fist into a fist. How I want to pull her into my arms to kiss, lick, suck, and devour every inch of her for hours- no, for days. She starts to wiggle her hips while she rubs her legs together.
“Aingeal, you are testing my patience,”
I huskily whisper in her ear.
“Huh? Oscar? What?”
she mumbles confused,
“Was my aingeal dána (naughty angel)having a good dream?”
I ask, pulling her closer to me.
“Would you stop teasing me?”
she groans.
“Teasing you? I’m not the one who is rubbing their ass on my cock.”
She glares at me over her shoulder. “And you’re the one who looks tempting in your suits or walking around here in only gray sweatpants.”
“Gray sweatpants?”
“Yes, gray sweatpants are women’s kryptonite.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes!”
she groans, flopping her head into the pillow.
“So, if you could not do that, it would be wonderful.”
“Hmm, now why would I stop doing something that turns my wife on? That seems punishable.”
“If you don’t want me to be a needy wife, you will stop.”
“Wanting my wife needy for my cock. Isn’t that every husband’s dream?”
“Some wives don’t want to seem needy.”
I glare at her with her arm over her eyes, and yeah, there is some hidden truth behind that comment. I move the blankets back and straddle her waist.
“What are you doing?”
she asks when I move her arms away from her face.
“Want to explain that comment?”
“Nope, I’m good.”
“Try again.”
“Just something one of my foster families told me.”
“Explain.”
“Well, the family was poor but tried to act like they weren’t. And, well, they fostered kids to help with that, but they used the money they got mostly for themselves. And when that money ran out, she would offer us, especially the sweet girls to entertain the adults.”
“What do you mean by entertain?”
“I’m sure the older girls fucked them, but us younger girls we were to sit like a proper lady and talk, we had to let them dress us up.”
“Dress you up? Like saw you naked?”
“Yeah, dressed us, did our hair, makeup, all of it. One woman adored me and always wanted me, she would brush my hair and give me these life talks. One of them was about how being needy isn’t lady like.”
“Name?”
“Doesn’t matter,”
she tells me.
“Yes, it does. They have to be added to my list.”
“What list?”
“My kill list.”
I smirk and watch as she opens her mouth to say something but then closes it.
“I should be surprised, but I’m not.”
“You have no idea the power you have over me. I love you more than words can describe. I can be having the shittest day and one smile from you makes it better. You don’t want to know what I will do to anyone that hurts you. Hurting you is a fatal mistake.”
“Why?”
“You are my whole world, I thought I was living before, but I realized the night I met you that you would be the one to wreck my world and you did, that in the best possible way.”
“But I ran.”
“Because you did what you thought was best for Charlie. I know I was an ass, but I am the luckiest fucking man in the world to have you as my wife and the mother of my children.”
“We need to talk about this big family concept you have.”
“We will,”
I say, bending down and giving her a kiss before continuing. “I know, regardless of what throws at us, our children will be safe and protected.”
“I still feel bad. I hate that I kept him away from you.”
“Stop apologizing you were just doing what you thought was best. I was being an ass.”
“Yeah, you were.”
She smirks.
“Alright, miss smartass.”
I bite her lip, teasing her.
“Come on get up, I told you today I have all day planned for us,”
I say standing up and helping her out of bed.
After getting ready, we have breakfast together, and then I take her shopping. I thought it would be torture like it is with my sisters. Not going to lie, it was but for a completely different reason. My sisters have been spoiled and they each have a walk-in closet full of clothes. Erin has one too but she has barely filled a fourth of it.
“Angel, we are here to buy stuff for you, not Charlie.”
“Come on. You have to admit these shoes are adorable.”
“Erin.”
I give her a warning glance, which she ignores.
“Woman, if you don’t march your sexy ass back over to the women’s section. I will carry you there.”
She continues to ignore me. I smirk as I bend down and toss her over my shoulder.
“OSCAR! What the hell? Put me down.”
“I warned you.”
“Oh my god. People are staring at us.”
“They better not be looking at your ass, only I can.”
“Well, you put it on display,”
she sasses.
I reach up and give it good old smack.
“Oscar!”
she shrieks but laughs, and I chuckle along with her.
Once back in the women’s section, I set her down.
“We are not leaving here until you spend at least five thousand euros.”
“Five thousand euros!!”
“That’s what I said.”
“Why in the hell would I need to spend that much money on clothes?”
“Maybe to fill the very empty closet you have.”
“It’s not necessary,”
she starts, but I cut her off.
“It is very necessary. Now, are you going to start picking stuff you like or should I see how much neon colors I can find?”
“Don’t you dare.”
She glares at me; I just extend my hand to the women’s section.
“Asshole,”
she mumbles as she starts picking out clothes.
I can’t help the smile on my face as I watch her finally doing something for herself and letting me spoil her. Never have I met such a stubborn woman who refuses to be pampered. One of the many reasons why I love her, so selfless.
Too bad she has met her match, and I plan on spoiling her for the rest of our lives.