Seven

Latifa's POV

"Why did you do that?" Garett asked after some minutes of quiet driving. We had just left his parents hotel suit or I'd rather say he dragged me out of there.

"There comes a point in life where you realize all your mistakes and suddenly want to make things right," I explained, gazing out of the window at the night beauty of LA. "That was my point, and if I'd missed it, there might be no turning back."

"I never said I was ashamed of you or that we needed my parents approval," I felt his eyes on me as he spoke but I didn't look at him.

"I also never said I was doing it for your parents approval, or that you were ashamed of me," I conversed, finally turning to peer at him.

"I did it for myself, for you and our unborn children."

"Look at you acting all serious and thinking ahead," he raised a brow, his tone mocking.

"Certain times call for certain measures." I shrugged and he chuckled in response. After a minute I murmured. "Sorry for ruining your reputation."

"You always saw me as disgusting so why apologize? My reputation has always been messed up in your head," he teased and I rolled my eyes.

"You know what I mean," I insisted.

"I do," he affirmed, his palm coming to rest on my thigh. "I'll have my team release a statement tomorrow."

"What are you going to say?" I inquired. "They are all calling me a slut."

"What do you want me to say?" He asked and bit his lower lip, something I'd come to find sexy. "That you are my slut? Because I can go ahead and say that."

I gulped and diverted my gaze, the temperature in the vehicle increasing all of a sudden. His palm on my lap moved, his forefinger poking out as he began tracing circles on the spot.

The light material of the dress did nothing to prevent the heat of his finger from meeting my thigh as the innocent sensation brought about sinful intentions.

His hand didn't stop it's tracing, each second ticking by as it should as the car soared down the road, however you could see what was in our minds from how tight his grip was on the steering, and in the crimson color staining my cheeks.

"Fuck it!" He hissed in irritation and stepped hard on the accelerator, the force sending the car flying forward at a risky pace.

I pretended not to notice this, nonetheless his forefinger began tapping a tempo on my thigh, it didn't take up to a minute later for his palm to squeeze my flesh, the pressure doing things to my bones.

We stopped at a red light when he turned to give me a meaningful stare, "your place or mine?"

*******

Few months later, everything was cleared up and there was no bad blood between anyone anymore.

All was right with the world and I can say I had changed the best I could. Yes I was still vulgar but I learned that though situations might affect your decision, you should have it at the back of your mind if that decision is right or wrong.

When you have that, you'd know if it's right to continue or to make a u-turn for the better.

"You may now kiss your bride," the officiating priest beamed at us, nevertheless his smile wasn't as wide as Garett's, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he brought his face close.

"We have only 10 minutes to entertain our guests," he whispered in my cheek as he pulled me by the waist to his chest. "After that we disappear to our hotel room."

"I can't wait to have your tight walls clench around my dick," he brushed my lips with his. 

To the eyes of everyone, he was kissing me, rather his words were doing the kissing as it lit every inch of my body on fire. "And fuck you as my wife."

"You are mine now Mrs Latifa Jane Garett," he offered me a chaste kiss on the jaw. "Mine to hold, Mine to protect and mine to fuck."

THE END

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