Chapter 213 Eight: Ford

• The next meeting is in another room, and I shamefully watch her ass the entire way. She doesn't move like a girl. She's all woman and only hours away from proving it to me. My hands ache with the need to squeeze the flesh of her thighs and bury my face between her milky legs.
• "And this is where the new children's hospital wing will be," someone says, shaking me from my thoughts. I just want to go back to my fantasy.
• She's surrounded by benefactors from the charity she works with and they're discussing finances. She's only seventeen. She has too much on her shoulders. People expect her to step into her father's shoes and pick up his legacy. But all I want to do is take her away from all of this and shield her from the world. She belongs in a place where she can grow how she wants to. Not as a potted plant where she has to go where they force her. I may want to lock her away in my bedroom, but I also want to give her the Buttercup to explore.