Ryan Damison
"Well, if he is that important, then why trade off Rose for a wuss? I will marry his daughter." I finally speak out the thought which was rolling in my mind for months.
"He has a daughter?"
"Yeah. Amara. They are twins." I take a sip from my glass, before adding quietly, "Me and her.. We had a thing."
"Ryan.." My father rolls his eyes. "You had a thing with half of the girls in the city."
"This is different, dad. I really love her." My voice shifts to a serious tone, as my gaze shift to hers.
Amara is is standing a few feet away, talking with her classmate. She slowly peels her graduation robe, revealing her porcaline skin under it.
I feel a tightness in my muscles as I stare at her naked back from her backless dress and instantly, I am reminded how soft her skin felt under my touch.
Smooth like silk slipping from my fingers.
And suddenly she turns around. My heart skips a beat and I hold my breath, waiting for her mesmerising eyes to fall at me. But the moment her gaze meet mine, she scowls looking away.
"Doesn't appear to me that she even likes you." Dad says in a dry tone, as he observes her too.
"She is just mad at me right now. But I know she loves me." I read her book. I know how obsessed she is with my eyes and abs.
I am sure she still got hots for me. Just playing hard to get.
My dad shakes his head, clearly not taking me seriously. "I am telling you, dad. She loves me too and I can get her back."
My father looks at me, his expression softening slightly as he places his hand on my shoulder. "Ryan, I wish you had told me all this before Rose did. Because now, I don't think it is possible for you to get married into the same family as your sister."
"That's the point. I don't want Rose tied to Amara's loser brother. That guy doesn't even have a job or business that comes close to matching our status." I make sure my words sink in.
"Think about it, dad. Can some MBA grad could handle Rose's expenses, her lifestyle and luxury you have spoiled her with since childhood? You know she will come running back to you when he can't keep up."
His fingers lightly tap on the rim of the glass as he listens to me carefully this time.
"I will marry Amara, dad." I say, meeting his gaze directly. "And you will still have your contact with the future commissioner."
He takes a deep sigh and finishes his drink in a gulp. He quietly walks up to the nearest stand, keeps the empty glass down, then comes back with a hard face.
"Three months." He says, with a sharp gaze.
"You got three months to make Amara stand in front of me, telling me she loves you and wants to marry you. Then I'll reconsider Rose and Ethan."
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R for Romance
Romance"What are you thinking?" I ask him. "You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine. "Yes." I say, being utterly brave. A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...