Leilani.
I closed my eyes as Jarek massaged my scalp gently, his warm fingers rubbing gently into my hair as he leaned down to press a kiss to my temple.
"Sweetcakes…" he drawled softly and I moaned in response with my eyes still closed. "Your parents are still downstairs at the reception, they're asking to see you. Do you want to see them now or should we send them out of the company?"
I didn't even bother with thinking about his words or anything at all. Right now, I didn't care about anything besides his hands massaging my scalp and the way my stomach grumbled in hunger. I simply waved my hands dismissively and sighed; "Throw them out."
Then with a softer tone, I added; "If they refuse to go, let them be. But I am not going down there to see them, knowing fully well that all they have to say to me is a bunch of garbage."
