Threading my fingers through his, I clear my voice and look from Kash back to my dad. I squeeze Kash’s hand in what I hope is reassurance, then smile at my dad’s less-than-thrilled expression. “This is my Kash.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Kash
Imight vomit all over my tux and shoes. I got up extra early to see Elaine and had her cut my hair. For the past few weeks, all I’ve heard is Rhett’s voice in my head. “You’re a ladies' man with a top knot and tattoos.”I’m not that guy anymore; maybe I wasn’t even supposed to be that guy. There’s no doubt some therapist somewhere would have a field day with my mommy issues turning me into a man whore, but I don’t need someone to tell me what I already know. My dad died, and Mom’s choice to leave made me very anti-relationship.
I know Mila’s parents, and while they seem cool, I wanted to make a better impression on them than before. They already know me, but not as someone who is spending a large amount of time with their daughter.Intimately. They just know me by extension. I want her mom to like me, and for her dad to not look at me like he is right now.
Fuck.
My lips are still tingling from Mila’s kiss. Little waves of electricity course through my blood, but the look on her dad’s face puts a small damper on them.
“I want to introduce you to my boyfriend. This is my Kash.” She holds my hand proudly, fingers twined through mine.
My Kash.The idea of Mila claiming me so easily to her dad makes me want to pull her into my arms and kiss the shit out of her again. My half-hard cock is now rock solid, and I try to discretely adjust my stance so it’s not obvious.
“Mr. Morgan.” I hold my hand out, hoping he shakes it and doesn’t punch me instead.
Looking between Mila and me, he lets out a sigh and clasps hishand with mine, shaking it. He grips it so tight I want to wince, but I can’t show any reaction. I can’t look weak. Instead, I offer a smile and hope he doesn’t actually break one of my fingers. It would be difficult to tattoo with my non-dominant hand.
“Kash,” he returns my greeting. “How are you, son?” Releasing my hand, he moves his to his pants pocket.
Flexing my hand a few times, I do the same but wrap an arm around Mila. I can’t not touch her. “I’m good. How’s business?” God, that sounds so stupid.
“It’s good,” he deadpans, staring at me, then at my arm wrapped around his daughter.Shit.
“Oh, there you are.” Mila’s mom, Willa, joins us, together with Mara. “I’ve been looking for you.” She kisses Daniel’s cheek and turns to us. Looking between our group, she quirks a brow. “What’s going on?”
“Yeah, Mila. What’s going on?” Mara smirks.
“Your daughter was introducing me to her boyfriend after I interrupted them kissing in the hallway,” he explains, looking at his wife.
Mara’s face splits with a shit-eating grin, and I want to scowl at her but don’t. Not only is she still kind of scary, even in a fancy dress, but I don’t think it’d be a good look for me.
“Oh, well, isn’t that lovely. You clean up nicely, Kash.” She kisses my cheek. “Now, come tell me all about how you and Mila ended up together.” She loops her arm through mine, leading me into the banquet room.
I let out the breath I was holding and smile at her. Bracing myself to talk about my favorite subject, I ask her, “What do you want to know?”
Dinner is finished and it’s time for their first dance. Cora and Atlas are swaying around the makeshift dance floor, lost in their own little world. I’ve been sitting with Mila and her mom for most of the night. Her dad opted to sit near Rhett and Mara with Noah, and I don’t know how to feel about that. At least I know her mom likes me.
“That’s so sweet that he brings you lunch, Mila. I know how hard you girls work.”
“She works very hard, Mrs. Morgan. I just want to make sure she’s taken care of.”
“Willa, Kash, we’ve been through this. Call me Willa, but you are right. These girls are both super hard workers. They get it from their dad. Now, how long have you been an item?” She takes a sip from her drink, letting the question linger. It’s innocent enough, but I don’t know how to explain it to her. How do you tell someone’s parents you’ve been obsessed with them for months? You probably shouldn’t.
“We’re still kind of new, Mom, but Kash and I have been hanging out for a while as friends. We’re just more official now,” Mila supplies with a smile. It gives me tingles when she’s so protective of me.
Her mom lights up at that answer. “That’s good. The basis of a good relationship should be friendship. Sure, sex is nice and all, but if you can’t have sex with your best friend, what good is it going to be?”
Mila and I both choke on our drinks. I’m trying to wrap my head around what she just said while gasping for air, and Mila just scolds her. “You can’t say that! Oh my God, what is wrong with you?”
“What?” Her mom looks truly confused. “What did I say?”
When I bark out a laugh, Mila scowls at me. “It’s not funny.”
“Sure it’s not, Sunshine.”It’s fucking hilarious.
