TROY

They say true love only comes once in a lifetime and that when you find it or it finds you, you just know. In my twenty nine years of living, I never once experienced that. My old therapist, Linda, thinks it's because I have a fuck load of trust and intimacy issues. I don't think that's the case, but she swears those issues where embedded in me by my mother because she abandoned my father and I when I was a baby. All Linda ever wanted to talk about in our sessions was my mother, it annoyed the shit out of me hence why she's my old therapist and why I will no longer be seeing her.

Love isn't something I'm dead set on finding but the bachelor lifestyle and one night stands are starting to get a bit outdated. Throughout my adult years, I spent all of my time hooking up and trying to prove to my father that I was worthy of being the heir to his precious multi-million dollar company, ProBolton Cloud. I dated for some time, but ultimately no one ever held my attention more than my father's company did. None of the women I was with were special enough to make me feel that connection, that we all look for Linda's words, not mine. Now that I'm reaching my thirties, my priorities have begun to shift. With my father constantly pestering me about grandchildren and wanting me to have a big family, I can't help but want to settle down.

Although I didn't grow up with my mother, I had lots of mother figures in my life. My father married six times and even though his marriages weren't successful, his hope to find his true love never deteriorated. He was a romantic with a big heart, even after getting his broken by my mother. He always used to tell me "All the money in the world will never be equivalent to what you feel when you have someone you love at your side". Deep down, I really did envy him because it's just that easy for him. After his last divorce, he told me that he was just going to slow down and focus on the company. Then a month ago, I received a fancy ass invitation with his scripted name all over it.

Easily loving women was obviously my father's vice. I knew that and he knew it too. Bart Bolton wasn't afraid to do what I couldn't. Now, don't you dare think Linda was right because she's obviously not. I think I'm capable of love... I just haven't found someone worthy of mine.

"How do I look?"

I can't help but roll my eyes at my dad's nervousness. After how many weddings do the nerves subside? I would swear that by the third, he'd be a pro. "Bart, get over yourself" I respond jokingly, glancing in the mirror and fixing my red tie. He chuckles and glances at his white Rolex. Dad and Lisa, my soon to be stepmother, decided on a white and red wedding. Lisa was going off about how she wanted everything to be perfectly coordinated and all that shit. Truth be told, I just want this day to be over already.

Since my father has been completely devoted to this wedding, I've been covering him at work and there's just a lot of shit I gotta take care of. Business has been booming and I have a major business deal in the making that will for sure win my father over. Plus, he asked me to watch over my new step sister, Gabriella, and help her find an apartment while he and Lisa go on their honeymoon. I have yet to meet her, but I just want to check her off my mental to do list so first thing tomorrow morning is apartment shopping.

"You ready to go out there?" I smile at him, his brown eyes shining. "Of course. Thank you so much for being here with me, Troy. I love you," he grabs me by the back of my neck and hugs me tightly. What a pussy. "I love you too, Dad".

We walk up to the altar just as the sound of the organ starts to fill the church. "I hope this is it for you, Pops," I whisper over to him and get an eye roll in response. As I look forward to the doors, my glance is automatically drawn to the prettiest light brown colored eyes I've ever seen. The possessor of said eyes, is a tiny little thing. Five foot five even with those ridiculous white heels on. Chocolate colored curls cascading down her back. The red satin dress she was wearing displayed her delicious curves in the best way possible. The neckline so low, it made my mouth water a bit. Her body is exactly what wet dreams are made of.

The little vixen takes a seat in the inward corner of first aisle, closest to where my father and I are standing. Truthfully up close, she's breathtaking. Mind you, I've known plenty of beautiful women in my lifetime, but her face was just one that couldn't be forgotten. Stunning heart shaped face with full pouty red colored lips, a cute button nose, thick arched eyebrows and long lashes that adorned those beautiful eyes. I didn't know I was staring until her eyes met my own, hers suggestive filled with complete mischievous. She licked her lips seductively and just like that I was hard as rock.

From that moment forward, everything was a blur. Before you know it the reception was over and I was bringing her back to my place. Her mouth tasted of champagne and strawberries. As soon as her dress came off, I was filled with hunger. I wanted her like I've never wanted anyone before in my life. Her body so soft, so perfect and edible. I licked and kissed her all over and then ate her pretty little pussy until she cried. She was so beautiful to watch, I couldn't get enough. When I was finally inside her, I was done for. Being with her made me feel like I couldn't breathe. My heart pounding in my chest and my body in complete bliss. It was a feeling I had never felt before. And I wanted more.

I just wish I would have known. I wish I would have known this was the day my whole life would change because of her. I wish I would have known that she was the girl I was supposed to look after, Lisa's daughter. Because now when I see her gorgeous face at family dinners, I'm going to think of her when she's coming. I'm going to think about how good she tasted and how amazing it felt to be inside her.

And even though now Gabriella can't stand to look at me, her cheeks red and flustered. I know she still wants me and I don't care how much shit it gets me into, I'm going to have her again no matter what.

Don't kill me I had so many ideas popping into my head that I decided to rewrite this because I want Troy to be open to falling inlove instead of being a pessimist about it. Let me know what you think or if you like it the other way better xx