THIRTEEN | Chilled Restrain | Mitt
THIRTEEN
Chilled Restrain
Mitt
T he smell of her perfume nipped at my nose with her fast departure, and I watched her walk away. Tinsley fumed with anger, as I knew she would when she discovered the truth, but I never expected the tears in her eyes to formulate an ache. A throbbing pain inside of me I never knew was there until I met her. Damn my new defiant wife.
Out of something one would call instinct, my legs moved in her direction, but a hand reached out in front of me. “Let her go, Son.”
What the fuck was I doing?
This wasn’t part of the plan, caring about her feelings when the endgame was clear. I’d hold all the power because affection only made me fragile. Weakness was for pussies, and my father wouldn’t have me labeled as a flawed man. I had to stay on top and maintain the power my father always claimed I had.
In his eyes, love was for the weak and money prevailed. Long ago, cigarette burns scarred my skin to prove that point. I knew my father better than anyone. Cyprus Morgan was a powerful man and dangerous as could be.
So, Tinsley’s career meant nothing to me, and I didn’t give a damn if it went up in flames. She’d be stupid to run straight to a lawyer and draw up paperwork for a divorce. My wife was smarter than that, and that’s exactly why we had chosen her.
She was vulnerable and had so much to lose with her broken heart. The perfect woman to charm right into a trap. A loveless marriage for money and to keep my father off my ass, but he was right about one thing. Tinsley was nothing to me.
I should let her go. Allow her to grieve the dream she once had of a happily ever after with a husband who would fill her heart with love and devotion for the rest of her days and shower her endlessly with affection, but that fantasy was gone. It had vanished all because the Morgan namesake needed to continue to thrive. We’d profit millions from this arrangement with headline news alone, and the clients would keep coming.
My bachelor days with a new fuck in my bed every night were over, and I only had one woman on my mind. A strawberry-blonde beauty with curls I could wrap around my finger and smell the fruity shampoo she used. The scent of her made my dick throb and strain against my slacks. I wanted to undo the clasp and rip her dress off her delicate body, savoring every inch of her curves. I wanted to bury my cock so far inside of her she’d never think of any other man ever again. Only me.
Yet her radiant green eyes would consume me and get my attention. The stare of an angel who made me want to see the light, but I had no choice and had to push her away. Because I was just as sinister as my father and Morgans always got what we wanted.
I’d have her in my bed when I wanted her, and no other man would touch her. She’d be draped on my arm for all social events, news press conferences, and pictures for the tabloids. Tinsley was my wife. I had all the power. I called all the shots, and I was set on owning her because Tinsley Morgan was mine forever.