Page 52 of Force a Date

Tracy jolts her head back to me as if electrocuted and it takes everything in me not to smirk at how disturbed she appears out of my peripheral.

“Not unless you lied about your age,” he quickly volleys back, unaffected by my teasing while his neighbor takes another study of me.

“Hi,” she quickly says to get it out of the way. “How old are you?”

“Old enough,” Hudson answers for me. “Go get me some cheese, Opie.”

“Eighteen,” I tell his neighbor, not moving an inch to follow his order. “He has me workin’ night and day for his professional and personal needs.”

“Personal,” she repeats slowly, brows lifting at the vague suggestion. “Like…you’re his assistant?”

“No, like painting, waxing his bike, picking weeds, mowing his lawn while he has the male neighbors watch me. He says I’m his little girl.” I allow my eyes to get big with faux excitement. “That’s good, right?”

“Olivia…” Hudson warns with the wrong name. “Cheese.”

“Well, I dunno,” Tracy says, appearing torn to either save me or leave as she shifts her weight. “It could be a term of endearment.”

“It’s not,” Hudson responds, using his spatula again to point at the sliding door. “Cheese, now.”

“Are you the neighbor he talks so much about?” I ask through a mutter even though it’s loud enough for Hudson to still hear. “He told me that if I was a good girl he’d let me tuck him in at night.” I lean closer to Tracy, watching her eyes bug out. “Do women do that before they?—”

“I swear to God, you finish that sentence…” Another warning from Hudson, and he really needs to learn about me.

When I say I need to go, it’s not code to keep me around.

“I just got out of high school in May,” I continue on. “But he said he could show me a few things.” I permit a brief silence before tacking on, “I should take it, right? He’s older than me, more experienced. Maybe he can show me all the ways I can please—” My bicep is seized then by long and strong fingers, tugging me toward the house as I smile at Tracy like Hudson dragging me away is normal.

“Bye, Tracy!” I give her a wave. “Thanks for the chat.”

The sliding door opens with an infuriated amount of energy, cautioning a wrath of his bitching to commence when the doors close.

Hudson doesn’t bother to close them, continuing on toward the hall past the stairs that led downstairs, and slams me up against the wall.

“You think that shit is funny, kid?” he leers above me, the smell of cedar and smokiness filling my nostrils as he crowds my space. “That’s my fucking neighbor.”

“It’s not weird unless you make it—” His hand wraps around my jawline and he cautiously presses his fingers into my flesh.

I pushed a line, but that’s all he’s been doing to me for days after I challenged him on his high horse about acting like a damn man when fake dating me. He had no right to tell my mother that we broke up. He could’ve blocked her number, told me about it, or put his cell on Do Not Disturb.

Instead, he made things worse for me and the aftermath has been worse. He still gets to keep me as his little bitch and I’m still without a fake boyfriend.

“You keep pushin’ me and I’m about to teach your bratty little ass a lesson to keep your mouth shut.”

“What does that include, exactly?” I cock my head a bit to the side because I’m not scared of him and what he can do. In fact, I doubt he’d do anything. “Do you want me to rearrange your garage? Sort your kitchen? Clean your shoes? Dust your house naked.”

“Wouldn’t that be fucking something?” he grinds out, boring his eyes into me. “But I was thinking more along the lines of fucking all the stupid comments out of your head for the next time you want to come around my friends.”

A small scoff ejects from my throat. But the idea of him taking me settles heavily in my head. “You? I don’t think your brain can comply since we have so much of an age difference. Besides, you ordered me upstairs…Daddy.”

He purposely grinds his hard body up against me, and I seize the soft gasp that almost escapes my lips. Unmistakably, his hard cock brushes up against my upper thigh and a sharp thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.

I know I’m pushing and pushing but I didn’t drag us up here. I didn’t beg for it either.

“Daddy, huh?” he repeats in this low and gravelly tone. I draw in a staggered inhale, keeping his heated gaze that’s barely lit on one side of his face from the darkness of the hall. “Then let me show you how I like to fuck, baby.”

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