Chapter 34
CHAPTER 34
From the vantage point of the executive box, I studied the baseball field full of screaming fans. Behind me, Dad’s influential friends mingled. Porter stood beside Dad and laughed at someone’s joke. Despite the fact that he was surrounded by some of New York’s wealthiest people, he seemed entirely at ease.
Mom came up beside me and followed my gaze. “You look like a woman in love.”
In love? With Porter?
“I do?” my voice sounded feeble.
She laughed. “You know, I never thought I’d say this, but Porter’s growing on me.”
What rabbit hole have I been dropped into?
“He is?”
She took a sip of her wine. “He looks fabulous in a tux, he holds his own with everyone we know, and he seems absolutely besotted with you.”
I couldn’t keep the incredulity out of my voice. “He does?”
“Last night, when you left, he was frantic to go after you.” She sounded heartfelt. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. Someone to love you.”
I swallowed hard. It was getting more and more difficult to remember that this was one big, fat lie. Everything felt real. The engagement. My impending wedding. My relationship with Porter. I wanted it to be real, and that was a big issue for me.
“I’m truly sorry about last night, Mom.”
She made a noise in her throat. “I’d have done more than push that hussy into a cake. How dare she sneak into Bayswater with her cheap shoes and cleavage to steal your man.”
My man . I studied Porter. As if he could sense my gaze, he glanced at me. His penetrating gaze scorched me, making my stomach pitch like I was riding a rollercoaster.
I wanted him. Again. Last night should have satisfied me for a lifetime, but my need for him felt insatiable.
“The event photographer is coming to the box in fifteen minutes.” Mom patted my arm. “So, touch up your lipstick and make sure you and Porter are touching in the photo. We want to dispel any nasty rumors, okay?”
“Thanks for all your help.” I meant it. I couldn’t remember the last time Mom had made such an effort. For the first time that I could remember, I was getting along with my parents. I wished it could be like this all the time.
She touched my face gently. “Darling, this wedding is my crowning achievement. I can’t tell you how proud I am of you.”
Too bad this was all a lie. How much would Mom hate me when the truth came out?
My parents, Porter and I grouped together for photos. As directed by Mom, Porter stood behind me with his arms loosely wrapped around my waist. My hand that showcased my ring rested lightly on his arm .
“Okay, just need to change the flash.” The event photographer bent over his camera.
Porter leaned down, placing his mouth against my ear. “You know what I’m going to do to you tonight?”
I bite my lip and shook my head.
His low voice was for my ears only. “I’m going to do the filthiest things to you. I’m going to make you come until you can’t breathe.”
My response was a harsh intake of breath.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re such a dirty girl. You can’t wait until I bury my face between your legs and push my cock into that sweet, tight pussy of yours.”
I nodded, working to keep a neutral expression on my face, but I could feel the heat climbing up my neck.
His lips grazed my ear. “I think tonight you’re going to be my little slave. I think I want a little strip tease when we get home. What do you think about that?”
I imagined Porter lying on my bed, his big cock in his hand. His eyes dark as he watched me seductively peel off my clothes. Maybe he’d give me some instructions while I stripped. Perhaps he’d get extra bossy.
I sucked in a breath. “I’m completely on board.”
“You think we should find a closet around here, so I can give you a preview of what’s to come?”
I swear my entire body trembled, but my answer was firm. “Yes.”
His laughter warmed my ear. “Let’s see what we can find.”
When the photos finished, someone called Porter away, and I saw an opportunity to speak to Dad.
“Hey, Dad.” I walked up to him at the bar.
“Sweetheart.” He smiled broadly. “Sorry I missed the big event last night.”
“Did Mom tell you?”
“She mentioned some nonsense about an uninvited guest. I’ve already reamed out security at Bayswater. ”
“Oh.” I rubbed my sweating palms against my pants. “Dad, I need to talk to you about something.”
“My secretary mentioned you called a couple times. Sorry, my trip was packed with wall-to-wall meetings.”
“That’s okay, Dad, but I really need to discuss some things with you.”
Dad smiled at someone behind me. “Hey, Collins. Did you see my pitch at the start of the game?” Collins said something back. Dad touched my arm. “Sweetheart, I’ll try and call you this week, okay?”
“Dad, it’s really important.”
“Okay, sweetie.” He patted my arm and moved behind me.
I sighed and downed my wine. Maybe I was overreacting. Perhaps all of this was getting blown out of proportion. It wasn’t like Porter was going to let anything happen to me.
“What’s wrong?” Porter approached me.
“I tried to talk to my dad, but he’s not really interested in hearing anything I have to say.”
We both looked over to where Dad laughed with four of his friends.
“I’ll get his attention for you.” Porter took a step towards him, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“Not here. He knows I want to talk to him.”
Frustration creased his face.
I decided a little bit of distraction was in order. “What do you say we forgo the closet and head home for the main event?”
That got his attention. His eye darkened. “Right now?”
I stepped closer to him, “My inner stripper is begging to come out and play.”
He groaned, “Let’s go.”