Typhon

Chapter 13

Stone~

Rylee stared at me, and as much as the words were true, there was no way that she was going to believe that I was tying myself to her-for life-simply because of lust; she'd also be right.

However, there was no way to explain what I felt around her. There was no way to explain feelings unless you'd felt them yourself. Still, since everyone loved differently, there was no way to ever explain your unique brand of love in a way that someone else could really grasp.

Now, was I in love with Rylee? I wasn't sure. However, I knew that the more time that I spent with her, the more that I couldn't shake that buzzing under my skin. Plus, as much as my dick wanted to fuck her, I couldn't deny her backbone and snarky attitude kept drawing me in deeper.

"Do you propose to all the girls who you find attractive?" she challenged.

I grinned. "No," I replied easily. "But then I never said anything about being attracted to you." I leaned forward again, my elbows on my knees, my fingers intertwined. "I mentioned how you made me feel while I was holding you. I never said anything about your attractiveness or my dick."

She blushed, but she didn't back down. "You're asking me to marry you, Stone," she said, ignoring my statement. "While you have everything planned and ironed out, you're asking me to go into this blind."

"Blame me for blindsiding you, but don't blame me for the decision that you made to marry me, Rylee," I responded seriously. "You admitted to letting your pride get the best of you, and that's all on you. I had nothing to do with that one."

Rylee looked like she was mulling my words over in her head, then after a bit, she finally said, "That's fair. However, it doesn't change the fact that I don't even know you, Stone. You could...I don't know. You could be a serial killer for all I know."

"I'm not," I assured her.

"You know what I mean," she snapped quietly.

"You want the truth?" I offered because I knew that anything less wasn't going to get me anywhere with this girl. Rylee wasn't a follower, and while she might honor the contract, I wanted her to love me back at some point in our lives.

"That'd be nice," she replied as she nodded, the sarcasm not missed.

"When I was told what I was destined for, I'd been only fourteen-years-old," I told her. "My parents had sat me down, then had told me what was expected of me and why. Since that day, my entire focus has been on The Order and my place in it, and I've always known that I wasn't going to become one of their puppets. I refused to be."

"Then why join at all?" she asked.

"Because I have a definitive plan for my future, and The Order serves many purposes in getting me there," I told her honestly.

"And how do I fit into all of this?"

"As fucked-up as what I'm about to say may sound, it's the truth." I waited for her to give me the go-ahead to continue. "My parents are so wealthy and powerful that they're famous. Same with Ross, Saxton, Fox, and August," I told her. "All my life, my last name has been Lexington. My parents' wealth, power, and status coat me like a second skin. Now, I'm not complaining or pretending that I haven't and don't enjoy the benefits that come with my last name, but I'm trying to make a point here."

"Which is?"

I smirked at her attitude. "Ever since I realized just what I could do with a hard dick, girls have been throwing themselves at my last name."

Rylee's shoulders sagged. "I'm sure you're more than just your last name, Stone," she remarked quietly, and all she did was make me more determined to have her.