by J. L. Beck
Today I had plans of doing something greater than fucking Carly, though. I needed to make amends with Kyle and that meant going to him. I had sealed our fates, but that didn’t mean I wanted things to go bad with Kyle. Giving him some time to digest our relationship was the right thing, and the better thing was going to him again and trying to make things right.
I drove my bike up to his house, knowing I was either going to get thrown out by the police or welcomed inside. I parked on the road, and then walked the sidewalk up to the front door.
I stopped, thinking for a second about the things that we had been through. The fights. The parties. The girls. Kyle had every reason in the world to be scared of me being with his daughter, after all, he knew me better than anyone else did.
What he didn’t know though, was that my love for Carly ran deeper than anything else. I would worship the ground she walked on. I would provide and protect her under any circumstances.
She owned me; mind, body, and soul.
I raised my fist, knocking loudly on the door. Seconds passed and then the door was flung open, an angry Kyle standing before me.
“What the fuck do you want?” He demanded. The scowl on his face and the sleepless look in his eyes showed how much he had been suffering.
“Can I come in?” I asked, not wanting to have this argument out in the street.
“Sure. Come in. Take over the place. I don’t care.” He really was defeated. I stepped inside the condo, taking notice of the disastrous state that the place was in. Clearly, I hadn’t thought through the damage that my admission would cause.
“I never meant to hurt you, Kyle. I’m not here to replace you. I’m still your friend. I just love your daughter.” I remained calm, knowing that anger and rage wouldn’t get me anywhere.
“You never meant to hurt me?” He turned on his heels, fire flickering in his eyes. I stood very still, remaining calm and reminding myself that this needed to be fixed. That Kyle and I couldn’t hate each other if we both wanted to have a part in Carly’s future.
“No. Loving your daughter was never part of the plan. I didn’t expect to fall for her, Kyle.” Anguish hit me in the gut. I never expected to want Carly like I do. To fall in love with her was even more foreign, but she wanted me and I wanted her and I wasn’t going to tell her no just because Daddy didn’t approve.
“I know you, Nash. I know how many women you’ve been with. Your track record.” He was pissed now, as he crossed the room getting right in my face.
“I trust you, but I don’t trust you enough not to break my daughter’s heart.” His voice was low and sinister, and it hit me then. He wasn’t mad at me for being with Carly, he was mad because he thought I was going to destroy her and I wasn’t.
“I love her. I fuckin’ love her. I would lay down my life for your daughter. I’ve fucked up in the past and done some really bad shit, but that’s done with. I’m with Carly now. I want to marry her and have kids. I want whatever the hell she wants out of life.” I pushed back, letting my words sink deep into his thickheaded skull.
“You don’t love her.” Kyle took a step back away from me and in the direction of his bar, where empty bottles of bourbon lined the wood counter.
“I do fuckin’ love her and even if you don’t accept us being together, were still going to be. I just wanted to try and make amends with you because I know Carly cares about you. I did the right thing, Kyle. I didn’t sleep with her. I didn’t fuck her like I would’ve had she been anyone else. I respected you. I did right by you, and I will do right by Carly till the day that I die.” I was done. If he didn’t believe me then that was on him, but the way I felt about his daughter wasn’t going to change.
Carly was my girl, not Daddy’s anymore and if he couldn’t swallow that pill, then he didn’t need to be around either of us.
I swiveled around heading for the front door, my hand clasping onto the metal door handle just as Kyle spoke again.
“She’s my little girl, Nash. Treat her right.” I paused waiting to see if he would say anything else. “I’m not in a place in my life right now to handle this, but I promise you one day I’ll come around. Just do right by her… Promise me?” Kyle was heartbroken, so I did as he asked of me before walking out the door.
“I’ll do right by her forever. She’s my girl.” With that said, I left, letting Kyle figure out his life on his own.
Carly would be fine with me by her side. If anyone would ensure that she had a good life, it was me.
I would give her kids. Marry her and provide her with every single want and need she could possibly have. I would spoil and nurture her.
I would love her.
Epilogue
1 year later
Carly
I was literally the size of a house; my feet were swollen and my belly was swollen and yet Nash still thought I was good enough to eat day in and day out.
“I don’t want to go to dinner. Can’t I just sit at home in my yoga pants and eat doughnuts for dinner?” I pouted, stepping into a summer dress that just seemed to make my already huge belly bigger.
“Carly, I will paddle your behind if you do not get your ass out here in a dress in five seconds.” I smiled, adjusting my hair knowing that he meant and would come in here and paddle my behind, which would then lead to sex, and us being late.
“Carly.” He said my name with a warning, and I decided it would be a good idea to just go. Waddling out into the living room, my eyes caught on a black box that sat in his hand. What was that?
“What’s that?” I questioned eagerly, walking faster over to the couch. He smirked like an asshole, pulling the box just out of my reach.
“Your present.”
“Well if it’s mine then give it to me.” I raised an eyebrow, challenging him. I loved this game that we played, pushing each other every day.
“Sit down, Ms. Impatient, or I’ll give you something, alright.” I giggled, taking the seat next to him.
“Sitting.” I commented, with an open hand. He shot me a you must want spanked look.
“I got this made for you last year but never gave it to you. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I wanted to save it for our one year anniversary.” I swooned. I seriously had the best boyfriend in the entire world.
He placed the black box in my hand and watched me with excitement as I popped the box open. My eyes landed on a sterling silver bracelet with little letters attached to it. I plucked the bracelet from the box and eyed it, reading each letter until I could make it all out.
“Nash’s Girl.” I stared at it. My dad had given me a necklace that said Daddy’s girl on it last year around this time, as well.
“Now you have a piece of us both with you.” He understood that I loved my dad and that my relationship with him was important, but that the love I had for him, and him alone, was a different kind of love.
Tears pricked at my eyes, things with my dad were still tense but they were better than they were. Nash and I moved into a bigger house so our family could grow and I was working on my degree at the college across town.
“Nash. I fuckin’ love you.” I cried, letting him place the bracelet on my wrist. He was right, now I had something from both of them.
“As do I. I love you. Our unborn son. This home. Our relationship. Your pussy.” He winked. “But mostly the fact that you gave yourself to me when you could’ve given yourself to anyone else.”
When his lips touched mine, my entire body lit up. Air filled my lungs and Cohen started kicking against my belly, knowing Mommy was getting all hot and bothered by Daddy.
“Cohen says he loves you too.” I whispered against his lips, and Nash pulled away from me for a second to touch my belly and feel his kicks.
“I can’t wait to meet you, little guy.” He spoke directly to my belly, his lips skimming over the fabric of my dress. I was lucky and in love. Age was nothing but a number when you loved someone.
The End
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J. L. Beck, Seducing the Virgin (Sold to The Billionaire #1)