Page 347 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I felt my cheeks turning red. “No.” At least, not that I knew of.
My dad just nodded. “Alright then. Well, I’m very happy for you. But...”
“What?”
He glanced over at Tanner. “Is Tanner the father of one of his groomsmen?”
“What?”
“He called the man with blonde hair son. But aren’t they the same age?”
I laughed awkwardly. “It’s just a gag.”
My father still looked a little concerned. But now he was staring at Nigel as we danced. “And what’s this about you being that weird little man’s mistress? Are you sleeping with a married man? Or…married boy?”
I laughed. “No, Dad. It’s another gag.”
“It didn’t seem like a joke.”
“He’s Tanner’s man servant person.”
“Is that even legal?”
“I think so?”
My dad just laughed. “Well, if you say so. I’m just happy that you’re happy. After everything with Joe...”
“Don’t worry about that. I got even.”
“Even? How?”
We gave him inrections! “By finding my true love.”
My father smiled and awkwardly patted my head.
Dad.
The music changed to a fast-paced song.
Tanner tapped my father’s shoulder. “Sir, would you mind if I stole a dance?”
My father placed my hands into Tanner’s. “Take care of her, okay?”
I felt tears welling in the corners of my eyes.
“I’ll never let anything happen to her,” said Tanner. “I promise.” Tanner pulled me into his arms and I laughed.
“Isn’t this song a bit fast for a slow dance?” I asked.
“You’re right.” He stepped back and lifted his hand. He placed his palm in mine and we turned in a circle.
I laughed. I felt so fancy. It seemed like we were in some kind of old movie. I had my big skirt pinned back in place and it felt appropriate for the dance.
Tanner got everyone on the dance floor to follow his moves. And soon we were all doing one old-fashioned dance after the other.
“Where did you learn to dance like this?” asked Matt.
“From...overseas,” said Tanner.
