Page 11 of Husband to Go

But something amazingdidhappen.

I was on the verge of leaving the dark, sweaty, dank club where the music was too loud. There were too many people and it was just generally too much of a headache. Basically, all of my worst fears about the place were true.

But then this unbelievably cute girl with amazing curves came up to me. She had the shy, sexy librarian thing going for her. The second I saw her approaching me, my cock stiffened.

For the first time, I found myself saying a silent prayer. It was maybe a tad blasphemous to ask God to intervene, but I was desperately hoping this woman was coming up to proposition me. That ended up happening, and more. We somehow got to the point where I dragged her on to my lap and then eased my dick in her ass as she mewled and creamed in my arms.

I know I’m getting married soon, but my set-up with Veronica isn’t exactly conventional. She says that she’s “saving herself” for marriage. It’s a little strange, considering that this is no naïve, blushing virgin. I’m going to be her fourth husband, so she’s been around the block three times already. Yet, I acceded to her requests. No sex until after the ceremony. The problem is that occasionally, I crave a woman’s companionship, and that night at the club, my walls broke down.

Frankly, I’ve never really been one for morals anyway. But now, I have a huge problem. Kylie’s looking at me with horror in her eyes, and everyone’s going to be able to tell if I don’t cover this up fast. I need to compose myself. No one here knows what happened except for me and Kylie, and with some maneuvering, I think we can keep it that way.

“Hi, I’m Tanner.” I offer her my hand. She looks at it like it’s a slimy tentacle I’ve asked her to shake. I know I can keep a low profile, but can she? It wouldn’t be a good look if Kylie just blurted out to everyone here exactly what happened. New York’s upper crust can be pretty vicious, and I don’t need something like this messing with my reputation.

Her aunt lightly nudges her.

“Kylie,” she whispers.

Finally, my almost-stepdaughter raises her hand and shakes mine.

“Hi, I’m Kylie.” She withdraws as soon as possible. My plan for maintaining a stress-free relationship with her just slipped through my fingers. This might just cause huge problems.

“Well,” Veronica interjects, noticing the tension, “I’m glad you two finally got to meet one another. Why don’t we go have lunch now?” She suspects nothing, which is good. Maybe she’s just attributing our awkwardness to this being our first time meeting, at least in everyone else’s eyes.

“That’s a great idea,” Jane adds.

We file into the dining area, and of course, Kylie and I are at the same table because we’re soon to be family. She hasn’t made eye contact in a while, and I don’t blame her. I’m feeling a little blown away myself, to be frank.

But as we take our seats, I can’t help but notice that pink scrap she’s wearing. It’s much too small on her up top, and then the bottom is this weird layer-cake of pink frills. Even though it’s a nightmare piece of clothing, I still want to rip it off her and pick right back up where we started.

Shit! Nope, I can’t sleep with her again. Now that I know who she is, it would be absolutely amoral. I pick up my glass of water and down most of it in one sip. I’ll just make conversation.

“Tanner? Weren’t you just telling me your firm is handling the renovation of that library uptown?” Jane asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Yes, in fact. We won the bid, and hopefully, the process will start in about a week. It’s still in the logistics phase.” This is actually the reason I was out of town. I had to meet up with a potential collaborator, and the whole trip ended up being a lot more exhausting than I anticipated. Kylie was a welcome stress release.

“Oh that’s so great,” says Jane with a smile. “I’m sure it’ll turn out to be a wonderful piece of architecture.”

Veronica’s high-pitched laugh breaks through my thoughts. I have zero idea what her and her friends are talking about and don’t bother to listen either. Kylie, meanwhile, is not keeping a level head. It’s pretty obvious. Her plate is still full of food, but it’s all pushed and mushed together so that the peas mix with the salad, and her bread roll is upside down.

I’m going to need her to get better at keeping calm. But when will I have a chance to talk with her alone? It seems pretty impossible, given the litany of wedding events. We’ll be around each other, but always with people surrounding us.

Her eyes pop up and catch mine. We share a quick glance, and then she looks away, her breasts heaving. The attraction from Friday night is clearly still there. Fuck, this is not good. Not that I blame her. She must be all kinds of confused. If I could just get her alone and talk a bit, we could make a plan on how to survive the next couple weeks.

Kylie’s eyes suddenly cut away from me, going to her aunt. She leans over and whispers something to Jane before getting up and heading into another room.

Now’s my chance. I get up but feel a hand on my arm before I can steal away.

“Where are you going?” Veronica’s perfectly manicured claws rest on my suit jacket. I smile to keep her from getting suspicious.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom, and maybe I’ll make a quick call to my assistant.

“Okay, I’ll miss you while you’re gone,” she simpers.

“Sure thing,” I reply. She lets go of me and turns back to her friends. I’m a bit confused by her actions. She’s never been one to get all ‘couple-y’ with me. Maybe it’s because we’re getting closer to the wedding date? And wearea couple, so it’s notthatweird, I guess. Either way, it’s not something to worry about. Kylie is the one I need to deal with right now.

I head around the corner and follow the hallway to the bathroom. I don’t see her anywhere. Maybe I made the wrong assumption thinking she’d be coming this way.

“So, your name’s Tanner?” I turn around quickly, a little startled. How did she get behind me? She’s quiet, that’s for sure. The girl is beautiful, even if that pink monstrosity she’s wearing isn’t helping.