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Chapter no 43 – AIDENโ€Œ

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โ€œYOU KNOW, Iโ€™VE never had sex on a boat before.โ€

I stiffen at the sound of Summerโ€™s soft voice in my ear. Any logical man would rectify that without a second thought. But I am clearly the dumbest man alive. โ€œI would love to cross that off your bucket list, babe, but your dad is on this boat, and I still want to have a career when we touch land again.โ€

Weโ€™re staring at the boatโ€”orย yachtโ€”that is getting docked in the Boston harbor so we can board. Now I understand why sheโ€™s been evasive about the location of this dinner.

โ€œCome on, weโ€™ll go to one of the cabins. I promise Iโ€™ll be quiet.โ€ She holds up her pinky.

God, sheโ€™s fucking adorable. โ€œYou can never keep that promise, Summer.โ€

She kisses my neck, and I swallow hard when she hums. โ€œYou can put something in my mouth to keep me quiet then.โ€

My resistance is already paper thin, and sheโ€™s not making this easy on me. But I know what sheโ€™s doing. She wants a distraction from the nerves she has about tonight. Summerโ€™s been lost in her thoughts a bunch lately, but she says itโ€™s because of her application, and I let her have that excuse for now. I know sheโ€™ll tell me about whateverโ€™s on her mind when sheโ€™s ready.

Her nails run along the nape of my neck causing a shiver to crawl up my spine. โ€œYou smellย soย good.โ€

Her eyes shine under the moonlight. Before I can speak, she kisses me. Hard, rough, sloppy. I kiss her back, unable to resist. I palm her ass and inch my fingers below her dress when someone clears their throat.

I yank Summer away from me so fast she almost stumbles off the deck. I hook an arm around her waist to balance my dazed girlfriend to my side.

Lukas Preston is staring right at me.

Calculating. Murderous. Appropriate reactions to what he just saw.

โ€œYou must be the boyfriend.โ€ He says with disdain.

My hands are sweaty, and I actually hear the buzz of nerves on my skin. I extend my hand. โ€œAiden Crawford, sir.โ€

His eyes flash with recognition. โ€œCrawford. Fastest collegiate player in the country. Toronto is lucky to have you.โ€ He turns to Summer and my grip on her tightens. โ€œSunshine?โ€

Summer stiffens, and Lukas Prestonโ€™s eyes swim with a softness I didnโ€™t think he possessed.

โ€œHi, Dad.โ€ She looks past him. โ€œWhereโ€™s Mom?โ€

The hope in his eyes extinguishes. โ€œUp there. Sheโ€™s excited to see you.โ€

As soon as we climb the steps to the front of the boat, a woman comes into view. Her tan skin glows against the red dress, and I see her striking resemblance to Summer.

โ€œOh my goodness, meri jaan! You look gorgeous,โ€ she gushes, giving Summer a tight hug. โ€œAnd this is that handsome boyfriend of yours? Aiden, right?โ€

โ€œYes, maโ€™am. Itโ€™s so nice to meet you.โ€ I hand her the bottle of wine. Summer said I didnโ€™t need to get something so expensive, but we were on a yacht for Christ’s sake.

โ€œDonโ€™t be so formal. Call me Divya. Come sit, you must be hungry.โ€

Divya brings out multiple dishes, and from what I can name chicken tikka masala, butter chicken, naan, and sweets cover the table. Then two identical girls walk in, eyes glued to their phones. Summerโ€™s twin sisters.

Serena and Shreya introduce themselves before they sit down.

โ€œHow did you get our sister to go out with you? She hates hockey players,โ€ one of them asks.

โ€œShreya,โ€ Summer warns.

I chuckle โ€œTrust me, I know. It wasnโ€™t easy, but it was all worth it.โ€ I take Summerโ€™s hand in mine.

โ€œAre you two being safe?โ€

Summer chokes on her water, and I pat her back.

โ€œShreya. That is not an appropriate dinner conversation,โ€ Divya scolds.

The girlโ€™s eyes narrow. โ€œWhy not? We learned all this in class. Iโ€™m just making sure they donโ€™t pop out a kid any time soon. Iโ€™m way too young to be an aunt.โ€ When Shreya sees her dadโ€™s warning look, she shrinks in her seat and stabs at the salad on her plate.

The rest of the hour goes by with questions about me. About hockey, my future plans, and the occasional interrogative questions from Summerโ€™s sisters about my intentions.

After dinner, thereโ€™s a stuffy strain in the air when Lukas Preston starts asking about school. Summerโ€™s easy body language shifts, and I canโ€™t react fast enough to do anything about it.

โ€œDid you buy tickets for graduation? Your grandparents want to come too,โ€ says Divya.

Summer shifts uncomfortably in her chair. โ€œNot yet. Iโ€™m focused on grad school decisions right now.โ€

Her dad makes a noise, and the scraping of utensils stops. โ€œWhat?โ€ Summer dares to ask.

โ€œMore school,โ€ he tuts. โ€œYouโ€™d be better off if you stuck to figure skating like I said. I could have made you a star by now.โ€

I place my hand over Summerโ€™s, trying to ease her tension. โ€œActually, Summer just held an event on campus that was a huge success for the psychology department. She raised way more than the target for her initiative.โ€

Gray eyes turn cold. โ€œSuccess in school is fine, but itโ€™s the real world that matters. Your options are limited after you graduate, and even after a masterโ€™s youโ€™ll spend more time in school. Itโ€™s a misuse of valuable time.โ€

Summer stands. โ€œThanks for your input, but I didnโ€™t come here to hear about how disappointed you are in me. I like school, Iโ€™m good at it, and I know that I want to be a sports psychologist.โ€

He shakes his head. โ€œThatโ€™s not what I meant. You had the tools to become the best. I mean look at your sisters, theyโ€™re first in every competition.โ€

Summerโ€™s eyes fill with sadness. โ€œAnd Iโ€™m proud of them, Dad. But it really fucking sucks when nobodyโ€™s proud of me.โ€ She tosses her napkin on the table and disappears down the hall.

I stand to follow her, but I canโ€™t just leave. โ€œI donโ€™t mean to disrespect you, sir, but Summer has done nothing but work her ass off to get where she is. If you want to show her that you care, just be supportive of her decisions. How youโ€™re acting now is doing nothing but hurting her, and I wonโ€™t stand by while my girlfriend canโ€™t have a conversation with her father without him overstepping.โ€

Gray eyes grow frigid. โ€œYou know nothing about my family.โ€

โ€œI know enough.โ€ I see red, and Iโ€™m pretty sure he does too. โ€œI know how sheโ€™s cried about you choosing your career over her and how you havenโ€™t bothered to get to know her even after you retired. Itโ€™s a shame, but Iโ€™m proud to say that she’s the greatest woman Iโ€™ve ever met, and itโ€™s no thanks to you.โ€

Thereโ€™s a murmur from Summerโ€™s sisters. I expect them to be angry that Iโ€™m speaking to their father this way, but they smile. Like theyโ€™ve been waiting for someone to have Summerโ€™s back the way sheโ€™s always had theirs.

Serena pipes up. โ€œHeโ€™s right, Dad. You put so much pressure on her to mold into what you want.โ€

โ€œNow that sheโ€™s doing what she enjoys, sheโ€™s bound to feel like you donโ€™t care,โ€ Shreya adds.

Lukas Preston simmers in his seat. โ€œGirls, go to your rooms.โ€ Without another word, the twins shuffle away.

I turn to Summerโ€™s mom. โ€œDivya, I apologize ifโ€”โ€

She lifts a hand. โ€œNo, this needed to be said. Thereโ€™s only so much of this I can take, Luke, itโ€™s been years. You need to fix this.โ€

His lack of response only makes me angrier, and I know I need to leave before I do something stupid.

I meet Divyaโ€™s embarrassed gaze. โ€œI apologize for interrupting dinner, but I need to take Summer home. Thank you for dinner.โ€

Walking through the hallway, I find her room locked. โ€œBaby, itโ€™s me.

Open the door.โ€

It takes a minute before the lock clicks. Summer sits back on the bed, holding a photo frame. I take a seat beside her, putting my arms around her. Itโ€™s a picture of their family Christmas.

โ€œWe were so happy here,โ€ she whispers. โ€œHe could have been a good dad.

He wouldโ€™ve been the best, but he chose not to.โ€

โ€œI think he does know, and thatโ€™s why heโ€™s acting like this.โ€ She sighs. โ€œHeโ€™s being selfish.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€

Three beats of silence pass before she looks at me again. โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t have stood up for me. I donโ€™t want it to affect hockey.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t care about that right now. I care about you. If you can count on one person to be on your side no matter what, itโ€™s me. I donโ€™t ever want you

to think youโ€™re alone because there isnโ€™t a second that goes by when Iโ€™m not thinking about you.โ€

Tears rim her eyes when she kisses me. I kiss her back, and in an instant, sheโ€™s all over me. Straddling my lap and pulling my tie.

โ€œSummerโ€ฆโ€ I groan, mostly because my self-control has been withering since I saw her in this dress.

โ€œCome on, check it off my bucket list.โ€ โ€œYour parents are right outside.โ€

โ€œThey wonโ€™t come in here. Please? I donโ€™t want to think right now.โ€ She starts undoing my shirt buttons, and her ass grinds over my erection, forcing a choked moan from me. She never needs to say please, but hearing it fall from her lips makes me want to fulfill her every desire. Before I can speak, she pulls down the straps of her dress, baring her breasts. I have no resistance as I grab her hips and grind her down. She moans in pleasure, kissing my neck.

Iโ€™m so fucking hard I canโ€™t remember why I thought this was a bad idea. โ€œTake me outโ€”โ€

โ€œSunshine.โ€ Our heads snap to the door where Lukas Prestonโ€™s voice filters through.

Right, thatโ€™s why.

I spring up, pulling Summer off my lap. I barely have my buttons done when he knocks again.

โ€œCan we talk, Summer?โ€

Iโ€™m tucking in my rumpled shirt as Summer just sits there. Smiling.

โ€œHave I told you how hot you look in that suit?โ€ Sheโ€™s not even remotely alarmed by the man on the other side of the door.

โ€œSummer,โ€ I warn, taking it upon myself to pull her straps up and fix her hair. Sheโ€™s holding back a laugh as I make sure nothing is askew, but my glare finally makes her sit up straight. Her eyes still flare with mischief. โ€œJesus, donโ€™t look at me like that.โ€

โ€œLike what?โ€

โ€œLike you want my cock in your mouth.โ€

She smiles wider when I say it, and I step away before I do something reckless. I open the door to Lukas Preston who surveys my clothing. My lipstick-stained collar to be exact. Shit.

โ€œAiden, would you mind giving us a minute?โ€

His voice is tight, but his neutral face is commendable considering he wanted to rip my head off just minutes ago. I want to refuse, but Summer comes up behind me to give me a reassuring nod, and I squeeze her hand before leaving them alone.

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