Page 233 of Daddy, Take Me Away
I need to try the world-class, five-star restaurant Tropico. Adding restaurants will round out my experiences. I want to reach a wider audience and a lot of people would rather have a mouth adventure than a … My mind wanders with that and I remember the feel of Amadeo’s cock. I wish I had been a little bolder and had a mouth adventure of the sexual kind.
Caught up in my mind, I smash into Mark. He steadies me by placing both hands on my bare shoulders. I immediately step back.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
“I’m glad I found you.”
“Found me?” Was he looking for me?
“There’s something I need to tell you.” He looks guilty, really guilty. My gut drops.
“Fiona moved?—”
“Zoë, there you are!” My sister walks around the corner into the lobby. “I was going to wait to tell you this, but Gran-Gran switched her flight and is getting in?—”
“Girls!”
My head snaps in the direction of my great grandmother’s voice.
“You invited Gran-Gran on your hijacked honeymoon?” My sister bites her lip when three of her best friends get out of a limo behind my great grandmother.
I curse in shock and eye Mark. He shrugs. Looking at my sister’s face, bright with excitement, I clear my throat.
“Does somebody want to fill me in?”
My sister rushes to our family’s matriarch and hooks her arm into Great Granny’s elbow. Both Gran-Gran and Fiona’s best friend fuss over her and then the final two people climb out of the car.
“You aren’t married,” I say hollowly, watching Pastor Miccah assist his wife out of the car. My head swings to Mark. “You moved the wedding here.” I grit my teeth.
“She wanted you to be a part of it, and when you left on this trip early, she decided…”
I stop listening to him, remembering my conversation with Amadeo. No wonder he was pissed.
Panic starts to build. Blackmailing him for a room is one thing, but for several rooms, and a wedding?
I bend at the waist, holding my forehead. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh god. This is a fucking disaster.
“Zoë, I had to. I love you and miss you so much. We haven’t talked in ages. I want us back.” That’s what my sister says as she walks up with everyone around her.
My gaze cuts to hers and I deadpan her, my panic forgotten momentarily. “And you thought the best way to do it was to ruin my business?”
“Ruin her business?” Gran-Gran asks, stepping forward to put her arm around my shoulder. “No matter what’s going on, I’m glad to see you.” She’s taller than me by a half a foot so she presses a kiss to the curls on my head. “But I’m getting to the bottom of this,” she adds, giving my sister a stern look.
Wrapping my arm around my great-grandmother’s waist, I give her a squeeze while another thought hits. Why the hell would Amadeo even talk to me, let alone give me the best sexual experience of my life?
As if my thought was some sort of mating call, Amadeo walks into the lobby, his confident gait giving me weak knees. I watch him, my pussy throbbing with the memory of what we’d just done, momentarily forgetting that my fucking pastor and his wife are standing next to me.
My heart picks up speed as he talks to the man at the front desk. He’s got a surfer’s body, lithe with well worked natural muscle and a posture only self-assurance can provide.
When he glances my way, Great Granny Agnes whistles quietly into my ear.
“That’s one hell of a handsome man.”
I give her the side-eye and swallow hard. “He is.”
She spins, turning me to look at her. Eying me up and down she nods in some sort of approval.
“He’s eyeing you hungrily, like ripe fruit on a barren island.” Her loving gaze hits me in the chest as she brushes a thumb over the apple of my cheek.“And you’re glowing.” Her lips curl up on one side as she looks back and forth between us. Her whole face wrinkles up, even her shoulders rise, like a full upper body wink and she beams at me. “I approve, but I hope you used protection.”
