Chapter 5 Approved - Vincent
Miss Lily smells and tastes delicious. I sucked her aroma from my finger, but now I regret it. If I left it on my finger, I could've still smelled it. Now it's gone, and I'm fighting with my dick to stay down.
"Do you like her?" Father asks on our way back to the airport.
I smirk, thinking of the innocent girl with the rebellious streak. I think I like her maybe a little too much.
"The Irish have another prospect." He continues while typing on his phone. "Since you thought the Sullivan girl is too young."
I still. "Who?"
I don't really want to know. My sights are set on Lily Sullivan. How would she look with those lips wrapped around me while I face-fuck her? Will she blush that glorious pink colour for me?
"She's a student in Dublin." Father hands me his phone open on a picture. "She's twenty-two. Her father is high-ranking over there."
She's pretty with brown hair and blue eyes, looking a little too wholesome for me.
Lily may only be nineteen, but there's a fire inside her that might make my life very interesting. This is literally the first time I'm not thinking of Amber waiting for me at home.
"Pass." I hand the phone back. "I want Lily Sullivan."
Father doesn't look too surprised. "Not too young anymore after you've seen her?"
There is no denying the allure of Lily Sullivan. That hair alone is enough to bring a man to his knees. I have no problem worshipping at her feet if she'd let me.
"Are we getting married in Chicago or Boston?" I dodge his question. "Since she'll be moving anyway, Chicago would be best, don't you think?"
Father chuckles, a rare occasion. "I will discuss the details with Sullivan in the morning."
Two weeks.
Two weeks until I see her again.
Two weeks until I put a ring on her finger, as she becomes mine.
I don't like the terms and conditions of the oath. I want Lily to myself for a little while, make her holes used to me before I have to share her with a baby.
But I know as soon as we say "I do", the pressure to have a baby will be imminent.
My mother was eighteen when she had me, and even though she had all the help a woman could have, she still wasn't ready for a kid. She was always depressed, and the life she was born into was just not cut out for her. I don't want that fiery look I detected in Lily's eyes to ever go away. In fact, I want to challenge her so that she's not scared to be herself.
Being in the mafia may feel like being in a prison, but at least it could be an awesome prison.
Father and I have a celebratory Irish whiskey on the flight home, and when we get to the house, and I go to my chambers, Amber is waiting as usual.
My dick is still half-hard, so I let her undress me without a word. I lie on my back while she straddles me, and takes me deep in her pussy, but my eyes are closed.
Amber is one of the sexiest women I've ever met, but it's not her face I want to see on top of me.
What would Lily look like if she straddles me? Would she be shy? Would she bounce on my dick like a seasoned pro like Amber is doing now?
I cum quicker than usual, and Amber gets off me, licking my dick clean like she's hungry before falling down next to me, her long, red nails stroking over my chest.
"How did the meeting go?" She asks in her sultry voice.
I reach for the packet of cigarettes that's always in my nightstand.
"I'm getting you an apartment." She's been living with me for three years. "I'll make it happen as soon as possible, we're going to start renovating here soon."
"Why?" Her nails stop moving. "I don't want to move."
"I'm getting married, you have to."
Silence.
I've never had to explain to Amber what this is between us. I met her in one of our strip clubs. She was in financial trouble, and had nowhere to go but the pole. She made my dick rise, so I gave her a choice, and she accepted.
I have no feelings for her. People in my world don't get to have feelings.
"You knew this could never be permanent." I drag the cigarette smoke deep into my lungs. "I'll get you a nice place, near the lake, maybe you can do something fruitful, like study."
That's the problem with Amber. She got too comfortable here. She loved the maids, the clothes, and the luxury a little too much.
"Will you still come to see me?" She asks hesitantly.
I think of my dear Lily.
White.
I want white bedding, so the color of her deep red hair will be prominent on the pillow case.
"Maybe, maybe not."
It's not uncommon in my world to have a mistress. Most men in my position get married out of obligation, and they usually keep the woman they really want.
I've never viewed Amber as such. She knows how to fuck and she fucks me well, but I never looked at this as long-term.
She hastily gets up from the bed and pull on a nightgown. "What the fuck, Vincent! I got a boob job for you!"
I blink, stubbing my cigarette. "I never told you to do that. In fact, I remember you begging me to get one."
She asked, I got her a good surgeon.
"Because you had that chick with the big boobs all over you in the club!"
This is why I don't do relationships. Too much drama.
I get up from bed and go to the walk-in closet to throw on sweats and a T-shirt. She follows me, and throws herself in my arms.
"Vincent, please don't leave me!" She starts sobbing.
I carefully take her arms off me. "I'll get you a place first thing in the morning. You better start packing."
My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I grab it before I leave the bedroom.
I smile at the picture. I may have slipped a maid a one-hundred-dollar bill over at the Sullivans to send me a picture of my future wife sleeping.
She's exquisite with her hair like a river of blood on the pink silk pillows.
Look at her, I might never fuck another woman again.