Page 15 of My Dirty Father In Law
I smile softly, taking Jordan’s big hand in my own.
“That’s good to know, and it would have made him very happy,” I murmur with reassurance. “Plus, it’s important. What if our future child is gay, queer, or lesbian? Would you condemn him or her for their choices?”
Jordan immediately tightens his fingers around mine before seizing my gaze with his own. His blue eyes are so sincere that my heart contracts painfully, our connection intimate and intense.
“Of course not,” he rasps. “I’d treasure him or her no matter their orientation. It’s not a big deal, and again, I’m disappointed that my first child never felt comfortable enough to share this side of himself with me. I genuinely thought that he’d seek me out at some point in the future, but that obviously never came to pass.”
“It’s okay,” I say in a soft voice. “Despite everything, Harry knew that you loved him. And he loved you too.”
“Good, I’m glad,” Jordan says in a torn voice, his broad chest rising and falling as he struggles to contain his emotions. “I miss him so much. More than you’d believe,” he admits in a choked voice, that dark head bowing for a moment. I stroke Jordan’s charcoal locks, reveling in the silky feel between my fingers.
“I miss Harry too, and he was a good kid,” I say. “He was taken from us far too soon, and what happened was a tragedy. But surely, you must realize that Harry was never going to continue the Lewis line.” Then I pause for a moment. “I guess he could have through adoption,” I add in a dubious tone. “But we never spoke about that.”
Jordan shakes his head, still staring at the floor.
“Yeah, maybe though adoption,” he acknowledges in barely audible voice. “But yeah, in retrospect, my thinking was twisted and fucked up. I don’t know what I was doing.”
“What do you mean?” I ask gently, quirking my head to the side. “I don’t understand.”
Jordan lets out a big sigh, his broad shoulders stiff as he stares straight ahead.
“On the one hand, my son was obviously gay, and my family line was going to die out. But on the other, when he started bringing you around, I thought I’d made a mistake and misread the signs. I thought there was hope.”
I nod.
“Yes, that makes sense.”
But Jordan isn’t done. The huge man snorts before looking at his clasped hands with disgust.
“Yeah, but it gets worse, honey, because when Harry started bringing you around, I started getting jealous of him. Can you believe it?” he grunts in a self-loathing manner. “I was jealous of my own son’s fiancée!”
“No, it’s okay,” I say in a soothing tone, still stroking those silky black locks. “I’m yours now, and there are no ifs, ands, and buts, about it. Plus, we’ll figure this out. I mean, we’re family now, even if I never tied the knot with your son. The hospital let you into my room the day of the car accident, after all, so we must be something.”
Jordan snorts again before looking up with those piercing blue eyes.
“Sweetheart, can I tell you a secret?” he asks.
“Anything.”
He shakes his head, so handsome that my heart hurts.
“I didn’t tell the hospital that I was your prospective father-in-law. I told them that I was your boyfriend.”
I pause, stunned.
“Wait, what? Really?”
“Yeah,” he admits. “I wasn’t thinking clearly because my son had just died. I was knee-deep in grief, and babbling nonsense to anyone who would listen. Plus, you had no one, sweetheart. It was obvious because there were no visitors. Your family is in France, and I had no idea how to reach them, and yet you were lying pale and deathly still in the hospital bed. So I lied, and told the staff that we were engaged.”
“And they let you in?” I ask in an awed tone. “Wow, you must have been convincing!”
Jordan nods darkly.
“Like I said, sweetheart, I wanted you even then,” he confesses. “In my bereaved state, I let my weakness take control. I claimed you as mine while you lay in a hospital bed, vulnerable and sick, because that’s how much I craved you.”
My heart begins to flutter because what is this man saying? Again, I’m so bewildered, and this conversation has only made me more confused. I thought we were in it for a baby. I thought that sex with Jordan would be nothing more than a turkey basting session, albeit with the billionaire’s naked, sculpted body hovering a few inches over mine as he pushed his dick deep.
Yet it’s been nothing like that. Yes, we fuck like rabbits at every chance, but we also discuss important subjects. We talk about his son, and Harry’s untimely demise. We discuss what we want for our future children, and how we will accept them no matter their orientation. Jordan’s even admitted to desiring me when he first met me, the need so intense that he could feel his cock hardening while I lay in a hospital bed.
