Two Becomes One

I don't know why, but my princess has grown brave enough to speak to my father. For what reason, I do not know, but I suspect it can either be one of two things, and somehow I don't think it is about her being an exotic dancer. I knew such a conversation would happen sooner or later, maybe not quite so soon yet. If this is what her heart desires, then this is what she shall get.

"I am sure he is in his office, princess. I will go check for you."

"No. I will come with you; I don't want him to try and sneak away."

"Mmm. You are making me nervous, princess."

"Don't worry; I won't kill your father, well, at least not today."

"Hahaha. I am going to take that as a joke. I have seen where you hide things; I am sure you can hide a gun."

"Hahaha. I am glad you remember whose father was the arms dealer."

"Believe me after that room; I know better not to mess with you."

After making myself look composed and respectable again, we leave my room hand in hand to go find where my father is at. My father is not one that appreciates surprises; he is a very predictable kind of man. How he has managed to stay at the top all these years has always amazed me, but that is where fear comes into play. For I learned at a very young age if you cross my father, you shall find yourself at the wrong end of a gun.

And now my princess is going to take this man on. I must admit that there is a big part of me that is excited to see this happens. There is also a very big part that is scared for her; I guess this is where one discovers what is more important, family or the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with.

As I thought, we do find my father in his office. I am the first to go in and tell him what is about to happen

"Evening, father."

"Hey Carson, what can I do for you?"

"Tasnim wants to talk to you."

...Tasnim POV...

I don't know what I am doing; I think I have lost my mind completely. I do not even know why I am wanting to speak to Foster Antoni. But I know in a big way I am doing this for Carson. I do not wish him to be between loyalty to his family and me. I am the enemy, for what I don't even know, but today it ends here. No one or nothing is keeping me away from the only man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I am about to go into this office, and let us pray I come out of here with what I am set to do.

As I enter the room, I can see Foster Antoni sitting there, just as much nervous as Carson is. I am only but a young woman, and let's add an exotic dancer, but these two powerful men are clearly very nervous about what I have to say.

"Evening, Mr. Antoni."

"Evening Tasnim, but please call me Foster."

"Thank you, Foster; I hope you don't mind me interrupting you like this."

Carson jumps in before his father can come up with any excuses. "Princess, you are not interrupting at all. My father was not busy in any case."

I see Foster's eyes grow wide as he listens to his son calling me princess. If not before, now he clearly knows how Carson feels about me.

"Sure, not a problem at all, Tasnim. What can I help you with?"

"Before I really get to the point, tell me how I get rid of Angelo Vega."

I hear as Carson nearly chokes on his own breath where he is standing in the corner. "Sorry, but you want what? "

"Don't worry; I don't want to kill him, Carson. I just want him out of my mother's life."

Foster looks to Carson and back to me before he speaks again, "I am afraid he won't go anywhere until he gets what he wants."

"But I am still alive, so there is no way he is going."

"Yes," Carson says, "but we know that Vega will play dirty to get what he wants."

"So what? Does he want me dead?"

"Don't know if he knows that princess. I think he believes if he marries your mother, then he will be the head of the Devereaux Crime family."

I don't believe my mom shall willingly marry a man that she knows is only after one thing. Even more, that he will kill me if he knew that I am what stands in his way. But then again, we do not know what Antoni Vega will really do except these two men in front of me.

"So what do I do with him?"

"I will take care of it, princess," Carson says as he tries to make me feel at ease.

"No. I came here for advice, not for asking someone to fight my battles for me."

"Why don't you just speak to your mother?" Foster asks. "I am sure she will understand."

"I don't think she is going to speak to me after tomorrow."

Carson looks at me with a perplexed look on his face. "Why? What is happening after tomorrow?"

"She is not going to like that I am going to take over the family business and running it again."

I don't know whose eyes have grown wider, but they both look equally shocked the same. The only difference is that Carson has that big gorgeous smile, while his dad is clearly trying to hide his fear away. Is Foster Antoni actually scared of me?

"Did I just heard you, right princess?"

"Yes, Carson, I am taking my half back. No disrespect to you, Foster, but you know that it never did belong to you."

"Yes, that I know, but let me be the one to ask you this question. How can two opposite sides in business be in a personal relationship?"

"That is something I shall discuss with Carson, but I personally don't see it as a problem."

"Princess, it will cause a divide within your ranks. Your men shall not know if they should remain loyal to you. This will give Vega an even better chance to move in."

"Yes, I understand, Carson; what I may be are trying to suggest that we work together?"

"That is absurd!" I hear Foster Antoni's voice echo to every corner of the room.

...Carson POV...

My princess has got balls, that I must say. Here is this girl that pulled me onto a stage into a shower, sitting amongst two of her most feared competitors and telling us it is time that we work together. I am so damn proud of her. She is going to make a great leader and definitely a force to be reckoned with. But my dear old father is not liking this the least bit.

"In no way is that happening. The Antoni family will not join ranks with the opposition."

"Foster, last time I checked, Carson is now head and that he shall make decisions like this."

"Which he fully knows he should run by me first."

"Yes, father, I shall run this past you and after everyone else, but Tasnim is right; I am the one that makes these decisions."

"No one will run with your proposal Carson."

"And no one wants to start a war with the Devereaux again."

I watch as my princess continues to stand her ground as she addresses my father again. "I am not out to make your life unpleasant; I merely want to continue my dad's legacy without anyone getting hurt."

"Father, I think this is something we should have done long ago. I am running it past everyone, but I am definitely going ahead."

"And what if you two break up? What happens then?"

Tasnim is immediately irritated by his statement. "What makes you think our relationship will fail?"

"I know my son; he is not capable of long relationships."

"And neither has your son ever professed love to any woman until now."

"I still say it is absurd. I do not approve of this. We shall discuss this later, Carson. Now, if you will excuse me, there is somewhere I need to be."

With that, my father makes haste and leaves the room. He has nowhere to be than here where we are sitting now, but he is just too stubborn to realize that this is actually good for both our families. I will not go up against Tasnim; no matter what she decides to do, I shall never leave her side just because she is at the opposite end.

But first, I know of a little woman that needs a good spanking for keeping this from me. Before she even knows what I am doing, I throw her sweet ass over my shoulder and start to carry her out of the office to my room. She kicks and wiggles as best as she can, but I hold her firmly in place.

"Carson." She softly whispers. "Put me down."

"Sorry, I can't do that, princess."

"I have two feet. I can walk."

"Nah, you are far too sneaky; I am not letting you get away."

"I promise I won't run; just now, I run into your father."

"Nice try, still not putting you down."

"Well, what do you intend to do with me once you put me down?"

"Don't know yet; at least I have a few more seconds to figure that out."

When we step through the doorway, I kick the door closed and make sure to lock it behind us. I take her to the bed and drop het down onto the mattress. Her body bounces, and she nearly falls off from the side. I go to catch her, and I lay down comfortably next to her.

"You are very sneaky, do you know that? I did not see both of those coming."

"Then there is a third one you do not see either."

"My princess, what else could you possibly have up your sleeve?"

"I will tell you later; right now, I need to take a bath."

"Not a shower? It is far quicker that way."

"You can't sit in a shower with me, now, can you?"

She rushes into the bathroom ahead of me. I watch as she slips her feet out of her stilettos and drops them down next to her on the floor. She slides her hands underneath her dress and slowly pulls her panties off. I swear she is doing this on purpose; she loves teasing me every moment she gets. Then she turns over her shoulders and asks of me to unzip her dress.

"Please."

I find myself staring at her bareback. She takes hold of my hands and allows me to slide them over her shoulders; I let her dress drop and run my hands down her spine. She shivers and lets out a low moan. I run my hands further down the contours of her waist and even further down her tight bottom. As I run them over her thighs, she grabs hold of them and stops.

"I thought you are going to help me bathe."

"Your beauty captivates me; it is hard to keep my hands from you."

She dips her toes in the water one by one and slides down along the edge of the bath, making herself comfortable. She slowly closes her eyes and starts losing herself in the moment.

I start, and one by one, I undo each button of my shirt. With her eyes still firmly closed, I begin to unzip my pants; I kick them off in a pile next to her dress and toss my shirt there too. As I have my underwear halfway down my legs, her eyes open. She stares at me in total shock, standing in front of her with a full erection.

"Oh, god!"

"Well, I have never been called a god before, but I guess they say there is a first for everything."

"You are impossible. Just get in."

She allows me to slide in behind her back into the water; the moment she feels my growing erection pushing into her skin, she gasps.

"Carson!"

"Ssshhh, princess."

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me between my legs. I soak a sponge in the water and lather it with soap. Gently I start washing her back, moving up her spine and down her back. I move over her arms and along her sides. Slowly I move my hands from her sides and up her chest. Her breathing stops for a short second as I place one hand on her breast while rubbing the sponge in circles.

"Carson."

I purposely ignore her plea and start laying small kisses on her shoulder. My free hand moves to the front and take her other breast in my hand. I softly squeeze. Her breathing is now a lot heavier. I drop the sponge in the water and run my palms over her erect nipples. Her breasts are soft and supple in my hands as I take them both and start rubbing them harder.

"Carson, this is not bathing."

"Do you want me to stop, princess?"

...Tasnim POV...

Behind me is Carson Antoni, holding my body in a way that no man has held me in a very long time for. The way his soft lips are rubbing against my naked skin is making me crave him in ways I have never done before. Will tonight be the night he finally takes me?

I turn my body around and hook my legs around his waist and settle down on his lap. The water is gushing everywhere. I giggle when I see the expression on his face as I wiggle my bum into him further.

"What are you doing, princess?"

"What does it look like?"

I grind myself harder against him, and he once more growls deep from inside. Oh god, how I wish I could feel him inside of me. The power I feel that is moving underneath me is enough to rock my soul.

"You are playing with fire, princess."

"And what if I want to get burned?"

"I'd say this is not the place for it."

He watches me as I start roaming my hands over his body. Feeling each crack and crevice of his sculpted stomach, drawing circles over his muscled chest. I can see the lust and craving in his eyes as I run my finger closer to his erection.

"So, are you going to tell me what this other secret is?"