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“Are you my Daddy?”

I rise out of my chair and turn to him, allowing my anger to pour through me, “Are you my fucking Daddy?”

Zade averts my gaze as if it hurts and I hope it does, “No. I’m not.”

I plaster a fake smile on my face, “Well then, you have no say. I am eighteen. I’ll fuck who I want. Where I want. And how I want.”

He stalks over to me and wraps his hand around my throat, “If I find out you’re there, and I will find out, there will be consequences. Don’t fuck with me, sweetheart. You don’t want to see what I’m capable of when it comes to you. Any man who touches you will be destroyed.”

I cross my arms over my chest when he releases my throat, but he doesn’t move back, he’s right in front of me, glaring at me, “You’re not going to kill anyone, Zade. Don’t be ridiculous.”

He grins and it makes my skin prickle, “You’re right I’m not. What’s worse than death, baby girl?”

I just shrug because I don’t know what he’s getting at.

“Spending your life in prison for a crime you didn’t commit. Tread carefully.”

Glaring right back at him I spit, “So you don’t want me but nobody else can have me either?”

“You won’t find your fucking soulmate at a BDSM club.”

An angry tear rolls down my cheek, “I’m not looking for my soulmate. I already found him but he doesn’t want me. Maybe I just want to be tied up, flogged, and fucked.”

He strokes his thumb down my cheek, “I never meant to hurt you. I was very clear that it was only one night.”

Closing my eyes, I blow out a deep breath, “I know.”

I guess I’m the jerk in this situation because he did make his intentions clear. I knew it was going to end.

“I can’t be your happy ending. I can’t be anybody’s happy ending. Amira, I don’t want to lose you.”

Lifting my gaze to his face, I see his pain, it matches mine, “You already have. Everything is different now, Zade.”

“I want you, Amira. But there are reasons, I can’t have you.”

I have no idea what his reasons are but I want to, “Tell me.”

He chuckles, “I can’t right now. I have a trial beginning today. Have dinner with me tonight at eight.”

I nod, “Yes.”

Leaning forward he kisses me on the forehead, “Thank you.”

Zade turns to leave but throws over his shoulder, “Don’t forget to order your textbooks for college. You have a credit card now, use it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say sarcastically. He stops for a moment, his posture tense before he shakes it off, “Fucking brat.”

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Zade

It’s after two in the afternoon by the time I get to come up for air. It’s been a bullshit day. We finished opening statements before ten and I called my first witness, then everything went to hell. My asshole client started yelling about how he was going to kill the witness's entire family in fucking open court. Occasionally a witness flips, right there on the stand. That’s exactly what happened. However, since the jury heard him threaten the murder of not only the man on the stand but also his innocent family, that’s going to be an uphill battle. My clients have one job. Keep their fucking mouths shut. Only on a rare occasion does a client of mine take the stand. Generally, silence is golden. My win rate is high, I rarely lose in court which is why my clients pay what they do. They know I’ll get them off. This asshole is fucking that all to hell. I pinch the bridge of my nose as I go over the evidence for the millionth time trying to find a way to get this case thrown out before it gets handed to the jury. I need a mistrial but you can’t ask the judge to agree to that without cause.

At five o’clock on the dot, I shut down my computer, locked up my files, and headed to Den of Sin so I could have a chat with my buddy, Sin. Then dinner with Amira where I’ll try to fix things between us. I can’t give her what she wants but I don’t want to lose her either. When she threatened to go to the club and fuck men I saw red. I wanted to force her to her knees and bury my cock in her throat to shut her up and teach her a lesson. Yet, I know she’s right. If I can’t give her what she needs, she has every right to seek it elsewhere but for some reason, I can’t allow it. The thought of her trusting another man enough to let him do those things to her has me in a murderous rage. I’ve never taken a life but for her, I could.

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