I don’t feel much like dressing up, so I slip on a pair of denim shorts, and an oversized V-neck t-shirt. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and don’t even bother with makeup. I have a feeling Heath likes me just fine without being dolled up, especially since I know he prefers my body bare, I assume he feels the same about my face.

There’s a knock on the door and I hurry downstairs, just as Heath is opening the front door. He’s wearing a pair of dark sweats that hang deliciously low on his hips and a tight tank.

“Officer,” he grunts, holding out his hand.

A few seconds later my step falters as a man walks through the doorway. He’s hot, a complete opposite of Heath in body. He’s tall like Heath but he has muscle packed over thick muscle and he looks like he could lift a fucking car with one arm, he’s huge.

“Miss. Gibson?” he asks.

I give him a smile and hurry toward Heath’s side, extending my arm to the officer. Heath walks me over to the sofa and we spend the next hour going over my statement about Jordan Walker and his wife.

He informs me that they’ve done this before and gotten away with it. He’s spent the better part of the morning gathering at least fifteen names of young women to interview. All women who have been blackmailed and assaulted by Jordan and his wife.

Apparently, their blog is extremely popular, and they make a ton of money from it. I cringe, thinking about all of the abused women that they’ve exploited.

Shivering, I curl in closer to Heath, thinking about the fact that I could have very easily been one of them. I can’t believe that it almost happened to me, and without Heath, it would have.

“We’ll stay in contact, make sure if you move or change your phone numbers that you update us with the new information,” Detective Anderson explains as he stands.

Clearing my throat, I reach for his arm and wrap my fingers around him. His bright blue eyes meet mine and his nostrils flare. It frightens me, so I drop my hand almost immediately.

“Thank you, Detective. I appreciate everything you’ve done. Whatever you need from me, please don’t hesitate to ask. I want justice for those women, and I want those sick pieces of shit to rot in jail,” I announce.

Detective Anderson’s lips twitch, and he almost smiles. “Thank you, Miss. Gibson. I’m glad they didn’t get to go through with their plans for you,” he murmurs.

I hear Heath growl and the Detective’s brow lifts before he thanks us one last time and shows himself out. “He wanted in your panties,” Heath announces.

My eyes lift to his and I blink. “I don’t think…” Heath cuts me off with a glare.

“Strip,” he demands.

My arms move without hesitation and I quickly strip down until I’m completely naked. I also tug the hair tie out of my hair and let it tumble around my arms.

Heath reaches out, sliding his finger through my pussy, keeping his eyes connected to my own. He lifts his hand and presses his finger against my lips. I open my mouth, sucking his finger without a second thought. I taste his cum on my tongue and my eyes slide closed.

“Mine, Kinsley. Don’t forget that.”

I’m irrationally pissed off the rest of the day. I know that Kinsley doesn’t want that detective, but the way she looked at him, and when her hand touched his arm, it sent rage throughout my entire body.

Even hours later, I’m fucking pissed. She gave me a wide berth the rest of the day and I don’t blame her, I’ve been a goddamn bear.

Now, with only an hour until my parents show up, I’m feeling like an asshole. She’s upstairs getting ready, while I put the food in the oven. Once it’s all in and cooking, I make my way up to her.

Kinsley is standing in front of the bathroom sink, applying makeup when I arrive upstairs. Her eyes glance over to me through the reflection in the mirror, but she otherwise ignores me.

Walking up behind her, I place my hands on her hips, and lean over her back, brushing my lips on her neck. “I was an ass,” I murmur against her skin.

“No shit,” she snaps.

I hear her throw her makeup down and then she turns around in my arms. Lifting my head, I look down into her pretty brown eyes.

She sucks in a deep breath before letting it out. “You hurt my feelings. There’s nobody else for me, Heath. Just you,” she whispers.

Sliding my hand around the side of her neck, squeezing her gently. “I know, Sugar. I fucking know.”

She looks up at me, placing her hands on my chest before she speaks again. “If we’re going to do this. Really do this, then you have to trust me, Heath. You can’t lock me up and then not trust me on top of that. I’m not your prisoner, I’m here because I like what we have,” she says.

Leaning down, I run my nose alongside her own as I grip her hips with my hands. “Okay, Sugar.”

I kiss her lips gently, running my tongue along hers, before I plunge deep into her mouth. I fuck her gently, softly, and I take my time tasting her. I swallow her moan as her hands move to fist at the sides of my shirt.

Reluctantly, I break our kiss, resting my forehead against hers as I attempt to catch my breath, and calm my hard dick down. “I’m nervous about meeting your parents,” she admits.

I grunt, definitely not wishing to talk about them right now, but I know that I need to ease her mind. “They will absolutely love you, Sugar. They’re just happy I found someone, I think,” I chuckle.

The doorbell rings, and she jumps making a noise. “Finish up, I’ll let them in,” I wink taking a step back.

“Do I look okay?” she asks before I can turn around.

She’s wearing a skirt that hugs her curves and hits her right at the tops of her knees, a sexy pinup style, red one. Her top is a white sleeveless that’s tucked into her waistband but loose and V-neck showing a hint of cleavage. “Sugar, my cock hurts so bad, I want to fuck you. You look like a sexy secretary,” I grunt.

“Too sexy?” she asks, her eyes wide with horror.

I chuckle, “No, Sugar. You look perfect, hurry up now, they’re dying to meet you,” I wink.

Turning around I jog downstairs to let my parents inside. Tonight, they meet the woman I’m going to marry. The woman I’ve probably already knocked up—my woman.