Page 47 of Made For You
He gets up and looks down at his cock. “I hope he doesn’t think this is for him,” he jokes, laughing while he walks out of the room.
Only when I hear the door close do I let out the breath I was holding. “He’s going to be fine,” I state when my phone rings from beside the bed.
I pick it up, thinking it’s Xavier, but instead see my father’s name and say, laughing, “Hello, Daddio.”
“Where are you?” is the first thing he asks me. “Your location is showing me Vegas.”
“Then it’s not broken,” I tease him, getting up and grabbing the robe.
“What the hell are you doing in Vegas?” he shouts, and I roll my lips. “You better not be eloping!”
“Do it!” I hear my uncle Max yell. “Best thing I ever did.”
“Would you mind your business and go away?” my father hisses at him. “Vivienne Allison Grant.” He uses my full name
“I’m not getting married, Dad.” I let him off the hook. “Xavier is here for business.” I stick to the minimum of why we are here.
“Is he meeting Bernie?” he asks me.
“Who?” The name is not ringing any bells.
“The GM of Vegas,” he informs me who Bernie is.
“I have no idea,” I tell him the truth.
“Only you would go with someone and not ask any questions.” He laughs. “I didn’t know he was looking to get back into it.”
“I think he’s just weighing his options.” I won’t go into any other details because it’s his story to tell and not mine.
“Well, how will it work if he does pick Vegas?” my father asks me the loaded question I was asking myself for the last two days.
“We are not there yet, so I have no idea.” My mouth goes dry. “Is that what you called me for?”
“No, I’m reminding you about the gala next week,” he says.
I close my eyes and hiss, “Shit.”
“Yup, so it’s next Saturday night,” he reminds me of what I already know but forgot. “Are you staying with us?”
“Negative,” I reply. “Remember the last time?” He just laughs.
“I take it you are bringing Xavier?” he asks, and I look at the phone in my hand.
“Who are you?” I ask him. “Where is my father, with the whole no one touches my kid?”
He laughs. “What can I say? The other three wore me down. He’s a good guy,” he says softly, and I have to wonder what he knows. I also know that I don’t want to know what he knows because I’m afraid I’ll tell him the truth. “That doesn’t mean that I am not going to have a sit-down with him when he comes here.”
“There he is,” I declare, shaking my head.
“I want to know what his intentions are with my daughter.” He says the words, and I groan.
“Dad, it’s not the eighteen hundreds.” I laugh. “We are dating. Leave it at that.”
“Negative,” he replies. “Call me tomorrow to just let me know you are okay.”
“I’ll be fine. Love you,” I tell him and disconnect the call. I’m about to put my phone down when it rings again. I pick it up expecting it to be my father again just to make sure I’m okay but it’s my aunt Vivienne.
“Bonjour,” I say in French as soon as her face fills the screen.