Chapter 2 Rushed

With a swift motion, my fiancé rushed to my side and leaned his hand against my back. I was staring at his dad far too long for his comfort, and that movement said more than words could have. With my head turned away from the floor, Bodhi put his arm around my neck and drew me in close to his chest. "I told you, dad, that she's gorgeous." Bodhi grinned proudly; he naturally wanted to flaunt my attractiveness. "That she is." Kaz responds quickly. "It's a Cardoso thing; our Brazilian genes are strong." My father chuckles loudly in response. "Wait till I introduce her to my team; they're all going to be so jealous." I felt ashamed when I saw Bodhi laughing with my dad in the same way. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to divert my gaze from the fact that both Bodhi and my dad were staring at me like I was a piece of meat for sale. Kaz frowned and shook his head, remaining silent as he looked at his son. "She's your future wife, not your investment son." In order to avoid my father hearing him, Kaz whispers quietly. I gradually raised my gaze to meet his. He had his full attention fixed on his son, not on me at all. "You know that, baby, right?" Bodhi shifts his focus to me. What a moron! I tried my best to hide the glitter of melancholy in my eyes as I forced a phony grin. "Of course." I responded in a brief manner. With an air of curiosity, Kaz gazed at me, and I recoiled like a foolish person. I'm still sore from the previous night, so I couldn't take the chance of getting punished by my dad tonight. "Let's take our seats." I was grateful to my mother for relieving me of some of my stress. Kaz was seated directly next to me, so my plan to stay as far away from him as possible didn't exactly work out. The table was a simple round one with vines wrapped around the soft sides. When he unintentionally touched his shoulder with mine, Bodhi intertwined our fingers, causing my shoulders to stiffen. This man just won't stop showing me off. "Order anything on the menu; it's all my treat." Holding the menu in front of his face, Kaz says My mother's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and she was obviously thinking about drinking. "I'll just head over to the bar real quick." Everyone nodded except for me as she smiled. I am aware of the exact outcome that this leads to-she keeps abusing alcohol more and more. I reached for my water cup and hoped that the water would miraculously drown me, but that was not going to happen. As the men began to speak, I did nothing more than listen and watch all of them save Kaz. He had a certain something that was unnerving-not in a terrible sense, but more like a hot vibe. I was getting really bored, and not even my food could keep me occupied. All I could think about was the fact that my parents still hadn't told me where my brother was. My brother has always been the wild child; he stole when we had enough money to buy the Hamptons, got into fights, got drunk on drugs, and was arrested twice, but the second time was different. My father kept him at a distance from me, saying it would damage my reputation. He never left me by myself with my parents for longer than two days voluntarily, so the fact that I haven't spoken to him or seen him in two years will never sit right with me. Nevertheless, I have a plan to win him back. "Have you guys decided where the wedding is taking place?" Kaz asked while sipping some of his alcoholic drinks. I should start introducing my brother to conversations now. "Talitha is still deciding on the color scheme, let alone the venue." I was completely uninterested in my wedding, Bodhi chuckled. I tried at first, but it simply got to be too much, and it was monotonous planning for something that made me so unhappy. "You guys should have the wedding at the farm." Kaz brings up Since I participated in horse contests as a child, I've always wanted to see a real farm. My dad had to sell the white horse my elder brother bought me, whom I named Dolly, in order to get money. I recall the fierce resistance I put up; my father always found a method to get even with me. "Dad, Talitha wouldn't want to have her dream wedding at a farm." I cocked my head to get a closer look at him, Bodhi explains. I'm someone entirely different from him; he doesn't know who I am. "I actually would love that." I said, a little irritated. "When can we leave?" "You can't be serious." Bodhi laughs. "Deadly." I answered, then turned to face Kaz again. He smirks, a menacing sparkle in his eyes. "My brother will be joining us there." When I said it, my father's enraged gaze met mine. I was going to see my brother in this manner; at last, I was going to achieve what I had truly desired. "Right, daddy?" I inquired, grinning sweetly at my dad. He clears his throat, nodding his head and putting on a false smile, saying there was no way in hell he would say no to me in front of them. "There's enough room for everyone, and we'll take the jet first thing in the morning," says Kaz. "That's perfect, thank you." His eyes were stunning and captivating, I said as we locked gaze once again. I want this man to lick me back since I want to lick every inch of him. "What about my hockey game?" Bodhi cut short our awkward silence. "If you want to marry her, I'd recommend hurrying up before someone else steals her from you." I cross my knee over my thigh and straighten my back, his father urges him. Something in his remarks made them sound almost menacing. My fiancé rolled his eyes and undid his necktie. I wanted to give Kaz a backslap, but it didn't feel right. My breath froze in the back of my throat as a pair of fingers gently made their way between my milky thighs. I was too preoccupied with my own filthy thoughts to notice the hand running up my leg. My chest was heaving up and down as I reached under the table to stop these huge fingers from entering me. I immediately recognized the owner of the large hand under the table when I held it. "You seem stressed." The same hand that was only moments away from putting a finger on me was back in the spotlight, holding an alcoholic drink. He lifted the glass to his mouth and gave me a casual glance before taking a sip and giving me a wink. My claws were digging into my outer thigh, and my pussycat was pulsating with eagerness. My fiancé was sitting right next to me, but I wanted my father-in-law to finish the job because he was trying to finger me.