Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“I just want her happy,” he murmurs.
“I am happy,” Hana suddenly says from where she’s leaning against the doorjamb. She walks to the couch where I am and places her hand on my shoulder. “Tristan has only been good to me, Daddy. You have nothing to worry about.”
Mr. Cutler smiles at his daughter. “That’s all I want for you, snuggle-bug.”
“Time to eat,” Mrs. Cutler calls from the dining room.
We all get up, and I wait for Hana to take a seat before I sit down next to her.
Mrs. Cutler immediately begins to load food onto my plate.
Once we’ve all taken a bite, Mrs. Cutler says, “Hana’s so excited about the trip. Thank you for inviting her.”
I incline my head.
Just as I take a bite, Hana drops the bomb, “I’m also staying with Tristan for the summer break.”
Mrs. Cutler’s smile grows while Mr. Cutler just stares at Hana.
After swallowing the bite, I take a sip of water, waiting for Mr. Cutler’s response. I watch as he processes what Hana said and then takes a deep breath. He reaches for her hand, then asks, “Is this what you really want?”
Hana meets her father’s gaze, a warm smile on her face. “It is. I love Tristan, Daddy. He makes me unbelievably happy. He’s my future.”
Mrs. Cutler’s smile widens even more, and when she turns her eyes to me, I say, “Hana’s my light. I’ll take good care of your daughter.”
Mrs. Cutler gets up, and when she walks around the table, I scoot the chair back and rise to my feet. She cups my jaw with her hands, and giving me a smile of approval, she says, “I hope you love our Hana so much that the deities have no choice but to give her back to you in the next life.”
Her words touch me on a deeper level than I expected. I lean down and hug the woman who gave birth to my heart and soul. Pulling back an inch, I murmur, “Thank you for the blessing.” I press a kiss to her cheek then straighten up.
I get a feeling she’s just given me permission to marry her daughter, and it makes my mouth curve up with satisfaction.
As I take my seat again, Mr. Cutler’s gaze meets mine. He nods slightly, the corner of his mouth curving up, and I know that’s the closest I’ll get to receiving a blessing from him.
Chapter 22
HANA
I take hold of Tristan’s hand and climbing out of the car, my eyes go to the private jet. Finally. Done with my exams, which were pure torture, I’m looking forward to our trip and getting away from everyday life.
Reaching the stairs, Tristan places his hand on my lower back and nudges me forward. As I climb the steps, I hear a low rumbling from Tristan. “Christ, I’m hard just looking at your ass.”
I let out a chuckle and wiggle my butt as I reach the top step. Tristan grabs a handful of my left cheek, and then he squeezes hard.
Trying to act like I’m not burning up inside with desire for Tristan, I nod at the stewardess as we enter the cabin.
We take our seats and prepare for take-off. I glance around at the pristine black and white interior as I settle into the plush chair. When the jet begins to taxi down the runway, my stomach tightens with excitement.
Tristan takes hold of my hand, and resting it on the armrest between us, his fingers lightly brush over the skin. As we lift into the air, my stomach drops, and taking a deep breath, my body adjusts to being airborne.
After we’ve been served with a glass of champagne each, Tristan dismisses the stewardess. We take off our seatbelts, and while I slowly sip on the bubbly beverage, I peer into the darkness on the other side of the window.
Tristan places his hand on my knee, and then his fingers slide under the fabric of my dress. I turn my head to him, and meeting his smoldering icy blues, my mouth curves into a sensual smile.
His hand pushes between my thighs, and I open my legs for him. His finger brushes lightly over my panties, and then he grins. “Wet for me.”
“Of course,” I murmur. My reply has Tristan standing up, and then he pulls me to my feet.
Gripping hold of my hand, he leads me to the back of the plane where the bedroom is. Pulling me inside, I watch as he locks the door. Then he turns to me with a hot smirk, and it makes heat rush to my core.
“My cock has been starving for your pussy,” he grumbles as he steps closer to me. “I’m going to fuck you all the way to Iceland.”
My lips part from his sinful words and my breasts begin to heave as my breaths speed up.