Chapter Thirty-Three
Iris
It’s been a week since Kian confronted his mother. He hasn’t mentioned her since nor has he allowed her to return to his place after talking with the cleaning service company and getting her switched with someone else.
I haven’t brought up the topic because honestly, I’m still trying to come to terms with it myself.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think Sonya would turn out to be his biological mother.
Unless you looked very closely at the older version of her, you wouldn’t see even a minor resemblance to Kian.
It became obvious she wears lenses to conceal the real color of her eyes, which is a dead giveaway to her connection with her son.
She put her all into disguising herself all these years. Hell, I believe she would’ve been content watching him from afar had he not uncovered her identity. So, it’s understandable why Kian is distrustful of her.
I knew her story would be tragic, but listening to it in person broke my heart into pieces. A mother and son were torn apart just to avoid a scandal by a selfish man.
What’s the point of maintaining a respected reputation if your core is ugly and wretched? It’s unfathomable to me how low these rich men can stoop. I’m so glad Kian didn’t turn out to be like them.
Uncovering the torn chapter from Sonya’s diary didn’t bring any satisfaction. I feel like we opened up a can of worms. Kian hasn’t said anything, but I know he’s devastated by the role his grandfather played in his broken childhood, a man whom he deeply respected.
I’m starting to detest every single man in the Singhania clan, except for my Kian.
Since I don’t want to rush him in processing the truth about his birth mother, I’ve been distracting him by planning little dates for us. God knows we both need lighthearted moments between us.
Last month was extremely rough for me with the loss of my dadu . Through it all, Kian was by my side while I grieved and slowly accepted the new reality. Now it’s him going through something difficult, and I want to get him through this.
I might also have a secret mission, which is to show him there’s more to life than work. In all the years of building his empire, he’s never done anything just for fun.
And no, I’m not counting reading books as one. Even if he looks sexy as hell in those glasses, making me jump his bones each time. All he needs to do is put them on anywhere and anytime to turn me into a horny mess.
Since it risks me losing the ability to walk—not that I’m complaining, but still, self-preservation—I planned activities to do outside of our home. I’m having the time of my life. So far, we’ve gone to a museum, bowling at the mall, wine tasting, and a couples massage.
The last got canceled as soon as Kian realized the masseuse was a man. I sure as heck wasn’t going to allow a woman either, since she’ll get a front-row seat to stare at my man in all his ripped glory. Couples massages are definitely not in our future.
“Are you sure this is how you want to spend our day, Rainbow?” Kian quizzes, amusement lighting up his masculine face. “You’re not into sports.”
“We went bowling.”
“Not a sport.”
I cock my hips, and retort, “I can be sporty.”
“You sure picked the toughest one,” he teases.
I gaze around at the wide and rich green field, wondering how difficult golf can really be.
You just need to swing a ball into a hole.
“This is more for you, Kian. Billionaires love to golf. How you weren’t a member of a country club is beyond me.
Didn’t you ever have to schmooze with a client by bringing them here? ”
“Did you learn that from a movie?”
Maybe. “It doesn’t matter. Now, don’t be a spoilsport.”
His low and smooth chuckle floats over to me, sizzling my skin. “Oh, I’m very excited, baby.” His gaze heating up, he roams his eyes over my outfit, clad in a high-waisted navy blue skirt with a white short-sleeved T-shirt tucked in. “I’m loving the view.”
Blushing, I fight not to check him out. I’ve already done it countless times ever since I saw him step out of the bedroom.
He looks dapper yet broody and dangerous in a cream shirt and black slacks.
Black sunglasses are tucked in the neckline in the middle of his chest. I’m drooling at his arm tattoo visible due to the short sleeves stretching over his thick biceps, especially the one on his wrist.
My pulse skyrockets, lust making my stomach swirl as he approaches me with a filthy need shadowing his rugged features.
Caging me in against the golf cart, he tilts my chin with a tip of his finger.
“How are you expecting me to concentrate? Every time you’ll bend over in this tight little skirt, flaunting that sweet ass at me, I’ll want to spank it and fuck you from behind right here in the field.
Is that what you want? To be fucked in front of everyone passing us by and showing them what a slut you are for me? ”
My pussy clenches at the image he paints. My panties dampen as I imagine lascivious eyes roving over me while Kian takes me hard, letting them know I belong to him and looking is all they’ll ever be allowed.
I swallow, the scene playing vividly in my mind.
Kian smirks, hefting me up with an arm around my waist and kissing me senseless. “You’ll be distracted too the entire time, wondering if I’ll make good on my promise.”
“You wouldn’t,” I hum confidently.
His eyes darken with challenge. One hand lowers to caress my ass over the skirt, squeezing it roughly and wrenching a needy whimper from my lips.
Shifting his palm lower, he pushes it underneath the hem and brazenly cups my pussy.
Caught in his ensnaring and domineering stare, I clutch his biceps when he rips my flimsy thong with a twist of his wrist.
“Ki—” His name gets swallowed by the wet fabric he shoves into my mouth, gagging me. Fear and excitement volley for dominance as his big frame drops to his knees and calloused hands push up my tight skirt to bunch the fabric around my waist.
My hand flies to the back of his head as he spreads my folds, his tongue lashing out to lick and swipe between them. His pleasured groan sending vibrations to my clit, which he meanly ignores and circles around it.
The bright sunlight and cool breeze remind me of our vulnerability. Or rather, mine. Yet I make no move to rip him away from my center. Garbled noises escape my lips as I thrust my cunt against his mouth eating me out in open.
Oh fuck! We’re going to get caught.
Then kicked out.
So why am I not stopping him?
The chain of warnings breaks as his free hand sneaks up to my right breast and pinches the hard nipple. A tightness knots in my groin, pleading to be unfurled into rapture that only Kian can bring.
Except, he’s content in devouring me for his pleasure. In the distance, I hear a cart rolling in our direction, sending a frisson of fright up my spine. I tug at Kian’s hair, trying to lift him off me. He’s built like a brick wall, rendering my efforts futile.
The golf cart keeps coming closer.
As if he can hear it too, he doubles down his strokes and grazes his teeth on my slit before nipping it gently. The fire in my belly keeps igniting and igniting. Like the slut he called me, I can’t help but ride his tongue.
A few feet across from us, the cart drives by with us in clear view. Just as one of the two guys driving it sees us, he nudges his friend. Kian chooses that moment when the strangers look right at me to suck my clit and crest me over the edge.
The thrill of getting caught sends me into oblivion.
My back bows as I come with a muffled cry, too far gone to care about my surroundings. Kian’s hands span my waist, holding me upright as he keeps licking and slurping on my cum until the last wave ebbs.
I’ve never climaxed so hard.
My eyelids spring open as I feel Kian wipe his lips along my thigh with a bite and stand up, righting my skirt.
The other cart is long gone. I swallow the pool of saliva as he removes my thong from between my lips.
Casually pushing it into his pocket, he brings his mouth to my ear, teasing, “What were you saying, little siren?”
Shuddering, I hide my blushing face against his chest now that I’m brought back to my senses. “This is so not what I planned when I brought you here.”
“After today, I think I’m going to love golfing.”
Oh, me too .
Kian
I know all about her secret mission, and damn if it isn't working. I haven’t felt this relaxed and carefree in ages. Ever, to be honest.
I didn’t want to spend the week thinking about my mother’s appearance in my life. Whether or not I’d like her to be a part of my family that I’ll build with Iris.
Except ever since I let myself plan my future, one absolute thing I want for my kids is to have a big and loving family.
Something I never had. They’ll have their mother's side of the family.
I want them to have somebody from my side too.
This part of me is leaning toward letting my mother in and giving her a second chance.
Doing so, maybe it’ll bring Nathan and me back together too. He’ll see what a manipulative man our father is and realize I care about him. He’ll right all his wrongs against Iris and earn back her friendship.
She’s mad at him, but underneath the anger and the hurt, she misses her friend.
All of us can heal if I forgive my mother.
“Oh my god! I did it! I did it!” exclaims Iris, jumping in joy. Her high ponytail bounces as she twists in my direction. “Did you catch that?”
I lower the phone after ending the recording. “I did.”
“And somebody was saying I’m not sporty,” she sasses.
“I said you’re not into sports, not that you wouldn’t be good at it.”
“Whatever. You were wrong.”
“Fine. I was,” I concede, biting back a smile.
A new tidbit I learned about her? My rainbow is competitive as hell. She’s been playing a match against me to see who can sink more balls, even though neither of us has a clue about the rules of golf.
Skipping over to me, she steals my phone. “Your turn. Though I see no point. You’re losing, Mr. Singhania.”
“Only because I’m distracted.” Her ruined thong is burning a hole in my pocket, reminding me she’s bare underneath her tight skirt.
A smug grin tugs her pouty lips up. “Or maybe you’re just bad.”
“You know better than to challenge me, baby.”
“Show me what you got, love. I know I’m going to win.”
Narrowing my gaze, I smack her ass playfully before walking up to take my position. Focusing, I take a deep breath before swinging. I hear her shocked gasp when the ball goes into the hole on the first try.
She scowls at me when I look over my shoulder with a smirk.
“Are you purposely letting me win?”
“I wouldn’t dare, Rainbow,” I lie.
“Unbelievable,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “You so are. Is there anything you’re not amazing at?”
Man, she’s good for my ego. Bridging the distance, I pick her up and taste her lips. Kissing her a hundred times a day has become a necessity. Inching back, I rasp, “Take our picture.”
She’s taken a dozen, posted two on my public profile on my new Instagram account, which she’s having fun managing. But there’s not one of us together. A damn shame.
The flush on her face deepening with happiness at my request, she raises the phone. Kissing my dimple as I smile, she snaps a pic. After she takes a few more, because it’s important to have options—her words—I place her on the ground.
“You have over one hundred thousand followers in less than a week, Kian,” she utters, sounding impressed, before jealously huffing, “and, of course, most of them are women.”
I snag the phone from her, select the selfie where she’s kissing me with a hand pressed to my jaw, write a caption, and post it. Pinning it at the top of my profile, I give her the phone. “There. Problem solved.”
She gasps, reading what I wrote underneath the picture.
Property of Iris Mannan .
#HappilyTaken
“Kian,” she whispers in a trembling voice.
I kiss her parted lips, murmuring, “I want everyone to know who I belong to.”
***
“Did you enjoy today?” Iris asks as we lie in bed later that night.
“Today? I enjoyed this whole week.”
“I still have a few more options for you to choose a new hobby to do in your downtime if golf isn’t your thing.”
“Is that what this week has been about?”
“Reading can’t be your only favorite pastime,” she teases. “You’re always occupied with your company or the club, so you haven’t explored all the fun things. What about fishing?”
“There are lakes in the city.”
“Skydiving?” She nibbles on her lip, eyes going wide with fear. “No! You can’t be into extreme sports. I’ll be scared of something happening to you all the time.”
“Stop.”
“Oh my god!” She sits up. “You want to try skydiving? No, cross it off.”
“Baby.”
“Or I’ll go with you.”
Flipping her flat onto her back, I loom over her and seize her chin. “We’re not doing any extreme sports.”
“Thank God!”
“I know what my favorite hobby is.”
“Oh yeah? Tell me?”
“It’s spending time with you. I enjoy anything and everything you love to do, Rainbow.”
Placing her hand over mine, she sighs. “How do you always know to say the perfect answer?”
“I tell the truth.”
Curling her legs around my waist, she pulls me down flush against her and purrs in pleasure. I turn over so I’m not crushing her and rest her lithe curves on top of my hard planes. She snuggles against me as I glide my fingers up and down her back.
“I’m going to give my mother a chance,” I confess after a while.
Her silky hair teases my chest as she raises her head. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
Blue gaze turning warm, she smiles. “If it’s what you want, then I’m happy for you. You both deserve a second chance, my love.”
“You’re my lucky charm, Iris. I have a life worth living because of you.”