[Heath's POV]
Paint, the moment he pulled his trigger, cold paint hit my face. He smirks before saying, "Alright, boys, let us have some fun while the ladies hang out."
"Um... sir, don't we have to change to more…..."
Lucas's attempt to reason with Mr. Green is cut short by a big red ball of paint on his suit. "Come on, let us all start with our teams," Mr. Green says, ignoring Lucas.
Hot-headed and Stubborn, that is how Fiona described him, and though he infuriated me, I still needed his approval to marry Fiona.
We are grouped with one of his old friends, and the rules are set. We are all given painted guns with clear instructions on how to use them.
"Okay, kids, let us see what you have," he mocks. I hate how effortless he seems. We haven't even started, but I can already see us losing.
And losing we did, again, and again, and again, "Come on, Heath, we are not winning this, can't we just give up already?"
"You know if we give up, we are not getting the blessing to date/marry his daughters, right?"
I feel frustrated. Eight games, and we still haven't laid a single hit on him. Yes, Fiona and Selby are old enough to make their own decisions.
But still, his blessing to date them would be so good, especially if it comes after winning this game.
"Heath, it is getting late," Lucas says.
"Just one more, what do you say, old man? How about the last game?"
He looks at me and nods, "Fine, one last one, but after that, we are heading back. I miss my wife."
It looked like he pouted as he said that, and somehow, that was cute how he acted childishly by only missing his wife.
The drive back is quite exhausting. I don't even want to talk about the last game I requested because that was a simple humiliation I begged for.
Mr. Green is boastful about winning the whole ride, and for some reason, I am not too worried about him disapproving.
Because he is not boasting like a man who is about to reject you for asking to date his daughters, he is like a father who just had some fun with his sons.
Being welcomed by Fiona, who was worried sick about me, is a good feeling, though I don't want her to worry; seeing her face is the best reward after the day I have had.
Mr. Green is already on his wife's side and complimenting her about her food, but he doesn't fail to order us to bathe before running to his wife.
Finally, we reached an agreement. I stayed with Fiona for a whole year, and then I was approved to marry her.
Fiona is quite annoyed by this, though, but she doesn't show up. "Alright, kids, it was fun seeing you. Please visit." Mrs. Green says, hugging the girls.
" Are you leaving already?"
"Our flight is in an hour," said Mrs. Green, "We cannot stay here for long, you know, we just wanted to see little Lewis and meet your boyfriend."
The girls hug her tightly, holding on for her not to leave. Those hugs look so warm, and I would like to have just one of them.
She pulls away and gives them each a kiss on the forehead, and they all giggle. My mommy issues seem to be showing.
"Alright, love, let us leave before they kidnap us," Mr. Green says, pulling his wife.
"Wow, no hug? Dad?"
Mr. Green just stands there for a while and opens his arms, and the three of them just run to hug him.
"We will miss you, Dada," Selby says, clearly holding back tears.
"Take care of my babies," said Mrs. Green tells us, "Come on, one hug goodbye."
And I was correct about Mrs. Green's hugs were so warm, "No Playboy stuff when dating my girls, okay."
I chuckle at her, "Of course not, that is things of the past."
It was a very stressful day, but it ended on a good note. Well, that is what I thought, "Did you really have to challenge him?"
"Well, I just wanted him to approve, Fee."
She rolls her eyes before walking to bed. I do not understand why she is annoyed about this; he was the one who started this by kidnapping us.
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have challenged him, but I trust our relationship so much I know we will survive this."
"Hmph..."
Though I was not wrong, I had mastered the art of being a good boyfriend, so I pulled her into a hug.
"Okay, tell me how to solve this?"
She doesn't speak, but she doesn't stop me from devouring her soft, juicy lips either. "Heath!" He moans are so cute, I want her to call my name so desperately like that every day.
"Will you forgive my overconfidence?"
"Mhhhh…... depending on your performance tonight," she teases.
This woman, all I need is this woman with me all my life, and I shall never struggle again, and it feels like I don't have her fully.
"Why are you opposed to us getting married?"
Shoot myself in the foot, maybe, but we need to address this sooner or later, so rather sooner than later.
"Can't we speak about the heavy topic after I have enjoyed you fully?"
"Come on, just let me know," I plead, placing another kiss on her exposed shoulder. She giggles a little.
"Well, I don't know, I just don't think we are, you know, ready for that."
"Okay, but you do believe we will be ready for it soon, right?"
She doesn't respond; instead, she kisses me, trying her best to divert the conversation. And by the sweet taste of her lips and her moans, she succeeds.
"Fine, I will devour you first, and we will talk about this tomorrow morning," I tell her, gently pushing her to bed.
She bites her lower lip as I climb on top of her, "You are so darn beautiful, you know that."
"Mhh…..."
Muffled sounds of our kisses fill the room, and her beautiful moans sound like a symphony. I find myself wanting to make an impression each time.
I just want her to tell me no man has loved her body like I do, and she keeps saying But is that enough? I still want more. I want to live under her skin, feel what she feels, see what she sees.
"Heath…. Please, why are you stopping?" she yells, cute, oh, this woman is so cute.
"What do you want me to do, Fiona?" I teased with a smirk adorning my face. I know how my woman hated begging.
"Are you seriously going to make me beg?" she asked, annoyed, and I shrugged, she rolled her eyes, and started touching herself.
This woman would never let me win. She looks in my eyes and starts fingering herself. "Heath!" she moaned out loud with a grin.
"You really are evil."
"Ahhhh..." She ignores me and continues to enjoy herself while moaning about my name.
"Ugh…..." I grumbled, yanking her hand away, positioning my face to her p*ssy, "not making me beg anymore?" This scheming woman, my scheming woman.