Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: _ Don’t Make My Mate Cry

Gamma Rhett stumbled back a step, taken aback by my sudden lunge. If it were me, I’d be as shocked by my actions too. I had always been against physical touches between us and yet, I was the one initiating one now.

His hands that previously tucked in his pockets, shot out instinctively to catch me. I could feel the surprise flickering across his face and even in his... Touch. He wrapped his hands around me, jaw on my head.

I could swear that he was sniffing me in lilena dog. For a heartbeat, we stood frozen. His solid form was a stark contrast to my trembling frame.

I felt like an egg right now. One that would shatter to pieces of Gamma Rhett dared to let me go. This was beginning to get bigger than me- just as he’d always said.

This was wrong but it felt so- right.

"Isleen...?" He murmured.

To God, the concern in his tone, however faint, acted as a dam breaking within me. The sobs that I had held at bay erupted in a gush. My body was wracked with uncontrollable tremors.

I cried and cried out my tears onto his jacket.

My face was in the crook of his neck as I clung to him desperately. He held me tightly in a sort of protectiveness that assured me that I’d never know tears again should I give this man a chance.

The fact that he was so surprised and yet, he wrapped his hands around me instinctively showed how much he cared- knew that I needed him.

My sobs gradually subsided, leaving me with a trail of hiccups and sniffles. I pulled back slightly, my eyes red-rimmed and glistening with leftover tears. Shame burned in my chest. I felt awful for my impulsive actions.

"I— I shouldn’t have done that," I whispered, head hung low.

His voice didn’t seem like he was annoyed at all. "Something’s wrong. I’d like to know what." He asked again.

"I just wanted that closure." I breathed, forcing myself to glance up but I failed woefully at maintaining my composure under his gaze.

"It would be better," he began, his gaze meeting mine, "if we weren’t out here like this."

Oh, right. I shouldn’t have foolishly done that while we were out in the open.

"Isleen, why don’t you come with me? To my car. We don’t want to be spotted by anyone, would we?"

His words hit me with an odd sense of unease. Why was he concerned about being seen?

We weren’t doing anything wrong. Or wait...

Were we?

Yes. Hugging Kylo’s Dad passionately like that. That was more than wrong.

My brow furrowed in confusion. "Where did you park?" I finally managed.

"Somewhere far from your house," he replied, an enigmatic quality in his tone.

"Why?" I pressed.

I suspected that mischievous tone in his voice.

A pause hung in the air. He said nothing but merely gazing at me who was doing everything but to look at meet his seductive eyes.

Then, to my complete and utter shock, a smile touched his lips – a genuine, unguarded smile that felt like a crack of light piercing the darkness of the night.

He extended a hand towards me. "Why don’t you come with me, Isleen? And I’ll answer your question."

I stared at him, bewildered. "Hold your hand? Are you serious, Gamma Rhett? We’re trying to avoid getting spotted, and that’s exactly what holding hands would do."

His smile faded as he scoffed. "Do you really think that’s what worries me? I just want some time with you where no one can interrupt. I am not afraid of being seen with you."

"What?" I blurted out, completely taken aback. How much this man could manage to speak rationally and absurdly at the same time needed to be studied.

"But... but you should be worried about us being seen together like this. Embracing... it creates the wrong impression. People will get the wrong idea."

Gamma Rhett turned fully towards me, and his normally impassive face held an intensity that sent tingles down my spine. "It’s not the wrong impression, Isleen. It’s the right one."

Oh, Lord. This MAN!

"But Gamma... I’m dating Kylo—your son!" I managed to squeak out.

How could he be like this? How was he not seeing the wrong in this?

"But he’s not your mate," he countered, his voice firm and unwavering. "I am."

Frustration flared within me. "Forget that thought, Gamma Rhett! We can never be together. It goes against everything..."

"Forget the thought that we can’t be together," he shot back. "I won’t."

I wanted to be respectful, but his persistent claims wouldn’t let me. Was he sick in the head?

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