Page 78 of Mila: The Godfather

“I’m not perfect. I’m far from it.” I feel heat creep on my cheeks when I take in his words. His sweet words.

“You are to me.” He says with finality, leaving no room for me to argue.

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t doubt how someone else sees me.

I don’t fight or question it.

I just feel the moment.

I feel him.

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Riagan

There are things in life that I took for granted. The little things. Things I don’t get to experience because of the life I lead.

The little butterfly gives me that.

The little things.

The joyful moments.

The peace.

I haven’t had a day of peace since I was a young lad.

Since my mother’s departure from my life.

Slumped back in the sand, I watch Mila build sandcastles with the most beautiful smile on her face and happy eyes. She’s doing one hell of a job building them for a first timer.

She looks like a little kid experiencing her first day at the beach. Her soft skin has turned golden because of the sun with tiny little freckles.

Her blond curls look wilder now because of the sea salt and the sand.

She looks like a mermaid.

Wild. Happy. Free.

Fuck, and that bathing suit highlights her curves beautifully. Mila Areya is short, coming up to my chest. While standing, I can see the top of her head.

I don’t think she realizes how beautiful she is. There’s no trace of the little girl I first met long ago. She’s all curves and sweet sex appeal, without even realizing just how sexy and enticing she is to me. I’ve always been an ass man. I’m not picky when it comes to tits. But Mila’s body was made for sin. Her breasts look like a handful too.

Perfect.

I know if I had them in my hands, they would spill.

The white bikini she has on accentuates her curves and has me daydreaming of what she looks like without it. Heavenly.

There’s no doubt.

I told her the truth when I said she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She is.

Everything about her enchants me.

Her voice.

Her smile.

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