Chapter 35 #2
“You’re crazy.” I laugh, shaking my head as I climb onto his back.
“Where do you think you got it from?” he chuckles.
Dad gives me a piggyback ride all the way there. Honestly, I love it. I feel like a little kid again.
The guys own my heart and soul, but my parents are my world. I love my men, but if I ever had to choose, I’d always pick my mom and dad. They are the people who gave me life, who loved me when no one else did.
My dad didn’t blink twice when he realized his daughter had a few screws loose.
That means the world to me.
We’re laughing when we walk up to Jasper's place. When I look over to see the guys standing on the front step waiting, my smile grows.
Dad puts me down. “Thank you.” I lean up and kiss him on the cheek before rushing over to the guys.
“You look fucking amazing,” Sylas moans, looking me up and down.
Wesley steps behind me, his hands gripping my hips. “I want to fucking devour you right now.”
I suck in a shuddering breath, my eyes flicking up to Jasper. His eyes are dark, a hungry look in them telling me he wants to do the same.
“Her father is right here,” Dad points out, making his way up the stairs. “I’m going to pretend my daughter is a sweet innocent virgin for the rest of her life, even when you start popping out babies. Don’t burst that bubble for me,” he pleads as he passes.
I laugh, hiding my face. “He means well,” I tell them.
“We know,” Jasper grumbles. “Come on, Lotus Flower. I have someone who’s dying to see you again.”
Jasper wraps his arm around my shoulder, leading me into his house.
Out of everyone in New Orleans, I think Jasper has one of the biggest houses. At least the biggest you’d find in the garden district.
“No classical music?” I ask as we walk into the ballroom.
“Fuck no,” Jasper grunts. “My house, my rules. I highly doubt many of these people actually enjoy it anyway. It’s mostly for aesthetics.” He rolls his eyes.
We stop, and I turn towards him, hypnotized by his beauty. This man is so much sexier than any K-pop star.
Reaching up, I brush my finger over his lip ring. He watches me like a hunter watches his prey, but he doesn’t stop me. I let my fingers trail over his cheek, down his jaw, and over his throat. They linger on the tattoos under his ear.
Jasper snatches my hand, and for a moment, I think he’s going to push it away, but he doesn’t.
With his eyes on mine, he brings the palm of my hand up to his lips and presses a soft kiss there.
I suck in a breath, my heart going from zero to a hundred in a second. And then with a soft growl, he bites down onto the flesh of my palm.
I have to bite back a moan, and it’s a good thing because someone nearby clears their throat.
Jasper’s eyes flick up to see who it is, and when he does, his face softens. For a moment, I’m jealous, wanting to stab whoever the fuck made him look like that. But when I turn around, I see it’s his mother.
She gets a pass. The only pass.
“Mom.” The softness in the way he speaks to her makes my heart melt.
“I knew it,” she laughs, shaking her head. “I told this boy so many times to get his head out of his ass and just make you his. But he’s stubborn, just like his father.”
“Mom,” Jasper groans as I giggle.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “I made sure to show him just how silly they all were being.” I smile up at Jasper, who glares down at me, but he lets out a sigh before bending down and pressing a possessive kiss to my lips.
“I’ll let you two talk. Be good,” he warns.
“Sorry, but I think you have me mixed up with the old Nola.” I grin.
He shakes his head and turns around. “This woman is going to be the death of me,” he mutters under his breath.
“Always so dramatic,” his mother laughs.
Amelia Park is a gorgeous woman with long black hair and bright blue eyes. Jasper might get his looks from his father, but his gene pool isn’t hurting, that’s for sure.
“Hi.” I smile up at her, excited to see her again.
“Lola,” she sighs happily, reaching up to cup my face. “It’s been far too long.”
“It has,” I agree.
She looks around before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the side. “Jasper told me everything.” She turns to face me. “As he did with his father, but no one else knows.”
Nerves twist my stomach. “You don’t hate me?” I ask.
“Hate you?” she laughs. “No, honey, I admire you. You knew what you wanted, and you went for it. Not many people are that dedicated to getting the person they love.”
“You don’t think I’m evil? Or should be locked up in a padded room?”
“Are you going to hurt my son, or his friends?”
“Never.” My eyes widen as I shake my head.
“Hurt me or my husband?” I shake my head again. “Callie or your parents?”
“Never.”
“What about children?”
“I’d rather die,” I gape at her.
“Then no, I have no issues with you, Nola.” She smiles affectionately.
“I knew since you were kids that you and those boys were meant to be. It was only a matter of time. It’s sad that it took what you did to get them to see.
But if that's how it had to be, then so be it. What matters now is you have one another. You’re where you’re supposed to be.
I must say, I am grateful for what you’re willing to do to help the boys out.
I know Jasper has been stressed about everything with the Brotherhood,” she tells me, whispering the last part.
“He worries so much about letting his father down. I just wish he could see how much his father is proud of him, how much he loves him.”
“I’m sure he will some day.” I smile up at her. “And of course I’d help. They’re in this situation because of me, it’s only fair that I do something to fix it.”
We talk for a little while longer. I tell her about school, what I’m studying, and my hobbies. I knew she loved plants and flowers, which is why she has a whole rose bush maze in the backyard. But I didn’t know she loved butterflies as much as I do.
“Mind if I steal her away, Mama?” Sylas asks, kissing Amelia on the cheek.
“If you must,” she laughs. “Have fun, kids.”
“We will.” Sylas sweeps me away, and I laugh as he spins me around to the dance floor.
“Are you having fun?” he asks me, his hands going right to my ass, giving it a squeeze, not caring that people are watching.
“I am.” I nod, smiling up at him as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“What did you and Mama Park talk about?”
“How stupid you boys were,” I giggle.
He gasps. “That was all, Jasper. I wanted to snatch you up as ours a long time ago.”
“Everything happens for a reason. We’re here now, that’s what matters.”
His eyes search mine for a moment. “I thought we’d never have one of these nights again,” he says.
“The last time you were here, it killed me to see you go, but I knew it was the right thing at the time. Because you might be our crazy, kinky, little freak now, but you haven’t always been like that, have you? ”
I slowly shake my head no.
“When?” he asks. “When did you start getting your dark, twisty thoughts?”
“A few years ago.” I shrug. “Started when the kids at school got meaner, but once you three left, it got worse.”
His jaw grinds, and I know he’s pissed. “I’ll kill them all,” he vows.
My thighs clench together, the thought turning me on. “As hot as that would be, they don’t deserve our time anymore. I’d rather them see me rise, see me on top. It’s the sweetest revenge for them to see they were wrong about me, and be reminded just how much better I am than they are.”
“You’re so fucking amazing, you know that, right?” Sylas asks, kissing my forehead. “As much as we would love to dance, these parties are more for business. But Callie is around here somewhere. Go find her, have fun, and when we’re done adulting, we will come find you, okay?"
“Okay.”
Sylas gives me a parting kiss and walks over to where Jasper and Wesley are talking to a group of men, including my father.
They both look over at me, their intense eyes making me shiver.
“I need a drink,” I mutter to myself. It’s either that, or I’ll be dragging them into the nearest room and begging them to use me like the slutty toy I thrive to be for them.