Chapter 6
Mylah
I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself.
I’m in a skintight black dress that leaves little to the imagination, and I feel damn good in it.
Twenty-eight years old. I can’t believe I’m getting that close to thirty.
I think back on my life and all that I’ve accomplished.
I think I’ve done pretty well for myself.
I’ve trained dogs since I was seventeen, and I’m good at it.
I make a good living, and I love what I do.
Not many can say that. I know there are a lot of people out there who hate their jobs but have no choice except to keep working them.
Not me, though. I love mine. Always have.
“That’s what you’re wearing?” Christian asks as he steps into the bathroom behind me.
“What’s wrong with this?”
“You want men to think you’re single?”
“Are you serious? What’s your problem lately, Christian? You’ve had something to say about what I wear all the time.”
“I want you to look like a lady, Mylah.”
“As opposed to what?” He eyes the dress before looking at me in the reflection of the mirror. I don’t need to hear what he has to say. I can already tell by the look in his eyes.
“You’re kidding me, right? You think I look like a slut?”
“You’re twenty-eight, Mylah. You’re not a little girl anymore. You aren’t in your teens.”
“What the hell does that have to do with what I’m wearing?” I snap.
“I’m just saying. Dress your age,” he says before walking back out of the bathroom.
This has been happening more and more lately.
Christian has changed over the years. He wants me to look a certain way, act a certain way.
And to be honest, it’s really starting to get on my nerves.
I’ve never let a man tell me how to act or dress before, and I sure as hell won’t start now.
Ignoring his words, I fix my hair and apply a little eyeliner before slipping into my shoes. I don’t need his shit. I don’t need his judgement.
I walk into the living room with my head held high and watch the way he looks at me before blowing out a breath.
He shakes his head and stands from the chair, walking toward me and offering me his hand.
I take it although I shouldn’t. He’s still mad at me for not changing, but I’m not changing just for him.
Christian escorts me out of the house and out to the car, where he holds the door for me.
I climb in and watch him walk around the front of the car and climb in the driver's seat. He doesn’t look my way or speak to me as he pulls out of the driveway and drives down the road.
I sigh and look out the window, wondering how this night's going to go.
Is he going to ignore me all night? Are we even going to have a good time?
Without overthinking it, I try to focus on the party. I know he’s having one for me. I just don’t know where it’s going to be until we pull up to my favorite club.
“Really?” I ask, a smile lighting up my face.
“Yes, really. I know it’s your favorite,” he says as he parks the car. I’m smiling and happy for the first time in a long time when he kills the engine and climbs out. He walks around like a gentleman and opens my door for me, helping me out.
We walk hand in hand into the club and straight to the VIP area.
“Happy Birthday!” Everyone yells at the same time. I can’t stop the smile that crosses my face. Our friends are here. Bella is here. Mostly it’s Christian’s friends, seeing as I don’t have many of those lately. I’ve lost a lot of them over the years, just trying to make Christian happy.
Bella rushes toward me and pulls me into a hug, telling me how she loves me and happy birthday. I hug her back, glad that she’s here.
“Thank you for coming,” I tell her.
“You think I’d miss your birthday? Girl, you are crazy.” I hug her once more, thankful that she’s here with me.
I go through and hug and greet everyone until I reach him. My breath stalls in my chest as I take him in. From his cut to his boots, he’s the best-looking thing in this place.
“You gonna say hi?” He asks me when I just stand there staring at him.
“Thanks for coming, Tide,” I tell him as he grabs my wrist and pulls me into a hug. His body pressed against mine is almost too much to deal with.
“You look sexy as fuck in this dress. You wear that for daddy?”
“I…I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Don’t lie to me, Mylah. Just say yes. Say you wore it for me.”
“I didn’t know you were coming, Tide.”
“You knew I’d be here, and you wanted to tease me. That’s okay, baby. I plan on givin’ you one hell of a present later.” With that, he pulls back and eyes me up and down when Christian walks over.
“Hey, Pop. Glad you could come.” He doesn’t make a move to pull me into his side or touch me the way Tide does. He just keeps his distance like usual.
“You know I wouldn’t miss a chance to dance with all the pretty ladies,” he says.
Christian smirks and shakes his head as heat pools inside of me.
Would he try to dance with me? The thought causes too many more thoughts to race through my head.
I want to excuse myself, but I know Christian would say that it’s rude of me.
So I don’t. I stand here, watching the two of them talk as I zone out to his hands on my breasts the other day. His tongue in my mouth.
“I think your girl needs a drink,” Tide says, nodding toward me. I shake my head, ridding the thoughts I was having as he chuckles, and Christian walks off.
“What are you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to daddy. I don’t like liars, Mylah. Just tell me what you were thinkin’.”
“About…about how you were touching me.”
“You liked it.” I can’t make my words form, so I nod my head instead. That earns me a grin from Tide.
“I know you did, baby. And that wasn’t the last time. Wait for your present.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, after Christian gets drunk, we’re gonna have a little fun.”
“I can’t do that.”
“We can and we will. You know how long it’s been since I’ve sunk my cock into somethin’ wet and tight?” He asks. I can feel my cheeks heat at the question. Has he not been with anyone since he got out?
“A week?”
“No, darlin’. Months. Months of jerkin’ myself off to thoughts of you in the pen. Months of not tastin’ you on my tongue. Tonight…tonight I’m fixin’ all that.”
“No.” He steps closer to me, brushing my hair away from my face before he smiles.
“Yeah, we are. And you’re gonna tell daddy just how you want it, Mylah. What do you think? Bent over the sink? Against the wall? What do you want?” Before I can think about what I’m saying, words just pour from my mouth.
“Against the wall. Hard,” I say as I quickly clamp my mouth shut. He nods his head, glancing over his shoulder to look for Christian before looking back at me.
“That’s what you’re gonna get then. Be ready for me, baby.
Be nice and fuckin’ wet for me.” With that, he reaches down and runs his fingers along the hem of my short dress, lighting a fire in their wake.
I shiver from his touch, and he knows what he’s doing to me.
He smiles. Fuck, I could get lost in that smile.
“We can’t do this,” I tell him once more, even though in the back of my mind I’m begging for it.
“Why not? Give me one good reason and I won’t do it.”
“Christian.”
“Not good enough. Come on, Mylah. You want me to back off, you need a good reason.”
“He’s your son.”
“Still not good enough. Tonight I’m beatin’ that pussy up.
I’m markin’ you. I’m takin’ you. I’m fuckin’ breakin’ you, Mylah.
And you know what? You’re gonna love every second of it.
You’re gonna be beggin’ me for more. You’re gonna tell daddy just how good it feels havin’ me inside of you.
You can try to come up with a million reasons why we can’t do this, but none of them are gonna be good enough for me.
” My body is tense with need, the heat coursing through me off the charts.
I’ve never felt this turned on by someone’s words before, but Tide is different.
“I…I want that.”
“You do?” He asks, stepping a little closer to me. I nod my head, and he smiles once more.
“Good. You’re gonna get it. Soon.” With that, he pulls back and walks away from me. I look around to see if anyone paid attention to our little interaction, but no one seems to be looking. I blow out a breath and wait for Christian to come back with my drink.