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I groan and thrust again, ramming into her deep and fast, ponding against her silky walls over and over like a hungry animal getting his first meal after years of starvation.
The headboard of my bed bangs against the wall, the house shake as if in an earthquake, and Kayla’s fingers dig into my back like she’s marking me, too.
We release at the exact same moment. Her walls spasm and her thighs tighten. Her eyes squeezed shut as she lets out a long, satisfying moan. I grunt as I lower my body onto hers, kissing her neck below her ear as my cock throbs violently, and shoots out a load of semen.
When I cuddle her in my arms and kiss her forehead, Kayla nudges her face against my chest. “I love you, Richard.”
Tears threaten to invade my eyes, but I swallow them back. “I love you, too, Kayla.”
Chapter 19
Kayla
I watch my best friend in her beautiful bridal gown exchanging wedding vows and rings with her groom, next to the wedding officiant, and in front of the wedding arbor decorated with climbing vines and roses.
It’s a small wedding with about twenty round tables set on the grassy space in a garden behind Chateau Blanc. I’m Ivy’s only bridesmaid, and Richard is Gavin’s groomsman. The rest of the wedding guests include Richard and Gavin’s families, friends, and employees. Ivy invited my family and some of her college friends as well.
Led by their chefs, Richard and Gavin joined forces to cater the wedding brunch. Among various delicious dishes, is the Chimichurri Chicken made of my grandma’s recipes. And as promised, I asked Angelica to make Alfajores, the Argentinian cookies. Ivy squeals like a little girl when she sees them.
I sit with my family, but my eyes search for Richard sitting a few tables away. He looks so handsome in his tuxedo, reminding me of the day I saw him at Marco’s, after he went to concert with Penny. Even my mom made a comment earlier telling me he looks great. His eyes meet mine only briefly before he shifts his attention to Ivy. I don’t blame him. It’s an emotional day for him, officially giving his daughter to another man. I noticed the tears in his eyes when he walked her to the altar.
Penny is sitting next to him, and looks fabulous in a dress that must’ve cost a fortune, but I no longer feel jealous toward her.
When the wedding band pauses, Richard stands up to give a toast.
“Twenty-five years ago, Gavin and I became best friends. He helped me with my essays and I gave him free math tutorials. Over the years, our friendship endures despite life. I lost my wife to cancer, and his first marriage ended as well, but we had each other’s backs. We would’ve remained friends for life had he not chosen my daughter to be his new bride,” Richard pauses and glances over at the wedding guests, waiting for their murmurs to hush. “Now we’re more than friends, although I’m not sure how it sounds when he calls me father-in-law, and when his children call me granddad.”
I laugh with others as Richard goes on, “Ivy, my beautiful daughter, you became the sunshine of my life the moment you were born. I know I’ve been overprotective of you, and I don’t apologize for that, because I can’t help it. You’ll always be the baby girl in my eyes, and I’ll always love you. I’m sure your Prince Charming will treat you with no less affection than me, and I’m confident he’ll take care of you. I’m giving you my wholehearted blessing and I wish you love and happiness in your new life together. Congratulations, Ivy and Gavin!”
Richard’s mom Helen flew from LA to attend the wedding. She’s in her late sixties, tall and robust. There’s little doubt she adores Ivy. When she gives her toast during the dinner, she says to Ivy, “Your dad was rebellious when he was young, and there was a time I almost disowned him. Sweetheart, I’m glad you gave him a dose of his own medicine.”
I chuckle, knowing she’s referring to Richard marrying Olivia against her wishes. Richard spoke to me about it and was proud that Ivy inherited his courage when it came to love.
As Helen rambles on, her wedding toast turns into a different direction. “My son Richard was a shy kid in school, but he always had his luck with girls. His modesty broke quite a few hearts. I was stunned when he brought Olivia home. The woman was gorgeous. God bless her soul in heaven. But I’m glad he’s moved on and good Lord, he surprises me once again.”
She fixes her eyes on me when she speaks her last paragraph. I become nervous. What does she mean? I haven’t told my mom or my grandma about Richard yet. I don’t think he told his mom either. Helen and I met only yesterday when she arrived at the city. Could she have already figured out my relationship with her son?
Both my mom and my grandma glance at me with a suspicious look. Shit. What am I supposed to do? I should pretend I don’t know what she means, but my cheeks burn and I look down at my plate.
“Are you seeing Richard?” my mom whispers a moment later.
I’m chewing a mouthful of food, and I take the time to swallow it down, thinking how I’ll answer it. I can’t just say yes, I need to find a better way. I grab my glass and sip the wine, willing my brain to work faster. My mom wants me to have a boyfriend, but not someone old enough to be my dad, right? My parents are about the same age. “Yes,” I mumble, avoiding her eyes.
I hear no response and I steal a glance at her.
She isn’t smiling, although she doesn’t look upset either. “Are you sure about it? He’s a nice guy, but from what you’ve told me, he hasn’t gotten over Ivy’s mom yet.”
“It doesn’t matter, Mom,” I say, relieved because she doesn’t address the age-gap. “He loves me, too.”
Mom nods as she reaches my hand under the table. “I’m proud of you, my child.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Epilogue
Richard
A year later
