His Dirty Virgin(17)

That was it. I couldn’t handle the shit they were throwing at him anymore. My father spouting out words of discouragement by himself was bad enough but having him and Jake’s dad doing it together? Any person could only take so much before they’d crumble.

“Shut up.” I winced at my own words; I knew I was digging my own grave, but I was too infuriated to care. “You don’t know anything about him. You’ve been out of his life for years. You haven’t seen how he’s touched people’s lives, how he uses his art to connect with the world around him because all you two care about is the bottom line.” My hands were balled into fists at my sides; I felt like I had so much emotions running through me, so many feelings I wanted to let out. “He started his own business to follow his own passion, not to rob the world, so you two can just become richer and richer. I’ve never met more selfish people than you two.”

“Y-you-”

“I’m not finished,” I said, glaring at my dad. I didn’t know where this newfound courage came from, but it was allowing me to let out feelings I’d bottled up inside for years. “Don’t tell me who to date and cannot date. Too late. I love Jake…he’s been there for me when you were absent…he’s been there to listen to me and take care of me. I love him…as much as I do mom,” I carried on, my fingers on the waistband of my shorts. “I got a tattoo…” I pulled the denim slightly down to give them a view of the butterfly. “It’s what mom used to call me. There’s not better art than bringing the two people I care most about in this world together. Thank you for nothing, dad. You’ve been telling me you just want what’s best for me, but I know the truth; you want to carve my life just so you can pad your own pocket.” Then, my eyes swerved to meet Jake’s father’s. “The both of you can go to hell.”

And with that, I grabbed Jake’s hand and led the way out of the restaurant. There was no turning back.





9





Jake



She loves me.

She really loves me.

All throughout my life, I was told that showing emotions was a sign of weakness. I built a wall so high that nothing scared me. People could threaten me, and I wouldn’t give a damn. When my father told me that he’d leave me out of the will if I didn’t go to law school, I gathered the strength to turn my back on him and walk away. When I experienced my first heartbreak in high school, it only made me stronger and mysterious that I learned to play the cool, unaffected façade so well it attracted so many girls and women. When I’d gotten into some fistfights, I can come out would bruises and wounds but never a bruised ego. I could handle a lot, almost nothing perturbed me.

Except for her.

With her holding my hand tightly, I could feel myself shaking a bit. I was so overwhelmed with so much emotions that I just wanted to take her in my arms, kiss the living daylights out of her, and do things to her that would get us kicked out of and banned from the hotel.

She loves me.

The thought kept replaying in my head. She stood up to both our dads and basically told them to fuck off. No one would ever dare do that to them. I’d done it to my father once, but he already expected that kind of attitude from me. But Becca…sweet, innocent, and compassionate Becca…all along I thought that she needed me to be the stronger one, the one to protect her from the harshness of life. I was so, so naïve.

She didn’t need any protecting. She was stronger than I gave her credit for, and the strength she’d been hiding came out today. I was the one that needed protecting today.

She rocked me to my core. No one had ever told those two men to fuck off, not even their wives could say such a profanity outright. Becca had no idea how impressed I was…how much I appreciated just what she did. And I wanted to let her know. I wanted to show her just how much I loved her and appreciated her for standing up for me. Usually, I showed it by ravishing her until she came while screaming my name. With her, pleasuring her never felt like a chore. I could tease and lick her full breasts all day and finger and eat her out until she finished and grew sore. I loved making her happy. I loved pleasuring and servicing her. I’d never felt this before. It was everything about her that was making me feel so overwhelmed right now.

I wanted to show her how much I loved her and cared. But of course, I just couldn’t fuck her in such a public place.

She loves me. And I love her too. But how will I show it?

Then, it came to me. It was so automatic and felt so natural that I didn’t even think about it. I just found myself dropping to one knee and meeting her hazel eyes. She looked shocked, her mouth opening into a small ‘o’ and her arm stiffening as she looked down on me on one knee. For a quick second, I glanced to the side and saw both our fathers watching us. The whole floor of the hotel had their eyes on us. They heard the argument between us and our fathers. Now, everyone wanted in on the aftermath.