Chosen By My Mate's Father-in-law
Chapter 37: Privacy

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Privacy

As soon as Gareth entered his house, his Beta greeted him, holding three sleek black boxes.

“These just came for Isabella,” his Beta said. “They are different sets of jewelry for her to choose from for the wedding. Originally, the company wanted to deliver them to the post office this morning, but I changed it to be sent here since the pieces are so expensive.”

“Thank you,” Gareth replied and set down his briefcase on the entry room table. “I noticed her car in the driveway. I’ll bring them to her room for her to look over.” He held out his hand for the boxes.

“Are you sure? I can do it,” his Beta offered.

“It’s no problem,” Gareth dismissed him. “I want to say hello to her anyway.”

He grabbed the boxes and went up his staircase. Gareth did want to say hello to his daughter, but he was also using this as an excuse not to run into Jasmine. He knew that she was here when he walked into his house and was struck with her enticing, sweet scent. Ironically, Jasmine smelled like her namesake. He chastised himself as he nodded hello to Butler Jones, who he passed in the hallway.

He was a grown man avoiding his daughter’s tutor. Why was dignity always missing when Jasmine was concerned?

At Isabella’s door, he knocked and waited a moment. With his hand on the door handle, he sighed. His oldest daughter always listened to her music with her headphones. There had been many times when he’d been stuck waiting outside her door because she hadn’t heard him knocking.

Knowing that she would lock the door if she needed privacy, Gareth swung the door open.

And his heart stopped beating.

Jasmine was standing in front of the mirror wearing a short skirt...and only a short skirt. His wolf awoke, growling in his chest with desire. Lust flooded through him as his eyes scanned her full breasts. Under his hot gaze, the young woman’s nipples hardened.

Gareth’s hand tightened on the door handle as he studied her beautiful body. Her golden blonde hair was tied back like usual. Gareth wanted to see what it looked like wild and free-framing her gorgeous face. Her tan skin was smooth, and he already knew that it was as soft as velvet. Gareth wanted those powerful thighs wrapped around his waist.

He thought Jasmine was perfect and that Elliot was the dumbest man alive for rejecting her.

But Gareth hid his body’s reaction as best he could. When their gazes locked together, Jasmine’s expression was one of embarrassed horror—her eyes wide and her mouth gaping. Gareth’s eyes narrowed, and he clenched his hands into angry fists.

“What the hell are you doing half-naked in my daughter’s room?” he snapped, his voice deeper than usual.

Jasmine seemed shocked beyond words and attempted to cover up her breasts by crossing her arms in front of her. But this only pushed her full breasts further up.

Gareth became speechless as his eyes locked on her pink nipples. His wolf howled inside of him, hungrier than he’d ever been.

Jasmine’s face turned from one of embarrassment to an anger that matched Gareth’s. Her chin lifted, and she glared at him, still covering her breasts.

“Isabella gave me clothes to change into. I actually have permission to be here. You didn’t even wait for permission to come in before you barged headfirst into the room,” Jasmine pointed out, her cheeks flushing with anger. She threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

Gareth opened his mouth to admonish her but was distracted by watching Jasmine’s breasts bounce. Heat shot through his bloodstream, and the desire to grab the back of her head and press his lips against hers was so strong that he had to use all of his self-control to stay where he was.

Footsteps came from around the corner.

“Hey, Jasmine, how do you like the...” Isabella trailed off as her eyes took in the scene before her.

Inwardly, Gareth groaned. As if this situation couldn’t get any worse.

“Dad, what are you doing here?” His daughter’s eyes went wide when she realized Jasmine was half-naked. Isabella pulled her father away from the door. “I’m so sorry about that, Jasmine.” She slammed the door shut and turned on her dad with her hands on her hips. Her lips were pursed into a tight line.

Gareth’s heart panged slightly. Whenever Isabella was mad, she looked so much like her mother—his former mate.

“Why were you just standing there?” Isabella asked him. “Why wouldn’t you just close the door when you saw that she was undressed?”

Gareth ignored his daughter’s question to ask one of his own. “Why is Jasmine even in your room in that state? It’s not appropriate.”

“Michelle and Jasmine were practicing with swords,” Isabella began to explain. “When they were sparring, Michelle accidentally cut up Jasmine’s shirt. I brought her up here so that she could change into some of my clothes to finish the lesson. I was giving her some privacy when Mrs. Bishop walked by me and needed my help identifying whether some pieces of clothing were mine or Michelle’s.” Mrs. Bishop was the Laken family’s maid. “I was only gone for like five minutes. I didn’t think I needed to stand guard at a closed door to ensure no one would walk in.”

“Right,” Gareth said, trying not to imagine Jasmine’s full breasts and failing. “These came in for you today,” he said, effectively changing the subject. Gareth handed his daughter the three boxes. “It’s jewelry for your wedding. You’re supposed to pick your favorite.”

Isabella’s face brightened as she took the boxes. “Thank you! I thought I was going to have to camp at the post office tonight. I can’t wait to show Jasmine.”

She turned to the door and pointedly looked at her father when she knocked. “It’s me, Jasmine,” Isabella called out. “Are you dressed?”

The door slowly opened, and Gareth’s breathing grew shallow when he saw Jasmine. She had on the same short purple skirt and had put on a tight white tank top.

She was beautiful.

Isabella rushed into her room. When she looked back at her father, she was smirking. “Sorry Dad, no boys allowed.”

She shut the door, leaving Gareth standing in the hall alone.