Page 54 of Breaking the Code

“Food, Tavish.”

“Fine,” he grumbles.

Swallowing a chuckle, I hand him the fork and nudge the plate toward him. He takes a few tentative bites. Just as I think he’s going to turn his nose up at it, he dives in, eating with gusto and the provider in me preens.

“Did you see the message I sent?” he asks with his mouth full.

“Don’t talk with yer mouth full, lilla du.”

His cheeks pink up, and he ducks his head, but he does as told. He even wipes his mouth with the napkin I brought.

“Did you see the message I sent?”

“I did. I’ve nae gone through it yet. Why?”

“I think I found Maeve’s buyer. I don’t know for sure, but all the information lines up.”

“Ye found her,” I whisper, but he holds his hands up.

“I can’t and won’t say that. I think I found the person my father sold her to, but Draven…”

“Dinnae say it,” I command. I cannae hear it.

“I won’t lie to you.”

His pledge reminds me o’ the things I’ve nae told him. I ken I need to tell him the truth o’ his father’s death. O’ my involvement. I’m nae sure how to go about it.

CHAPTER TWENTY

TAVISH

Draven left not long after I ate the first time we were together. I told him the info on his phone had to do with his sister, and he left almost as soon as I put the last bite of food in my mouth. I tried not to take it hard. The man has searched for his sister for years, but when the door closed behind him, I pinched myself first, but after several hours passed I started spiraling.

That was a week ago.

He’s been gone since. And while he’s checked in with me several times right after he left, reminding me to sleep and eat, he’s been mostly absent. I’ve not gotten even one phone call. Just a couple of texts.

You could call him.

I know I can, but I don’t feel comfortable enough in what we’ve started to be the one to reach out.

Have we really started something though? Or was it just kinky sex?

I seriously hope not. The way Draven took control of my body, and pleasure was the stuff of my dreams. I don’t want it to be a one and done. I want more. So, so much more.

I want his dick moving inside me.

I want his hand around my throat.

I want him to tell me when I can come and when I can’t.

I want him to be my Daddy.

Clingy isn’t cute.

My eyes well up at the thought that all I would get of him is that one time. I reach for the drawer he put my junk food in. Those bags of candy and chips have taunted me to the point I swore I heard them whispering to me.

I know they aren’t. That would be nutso. But they are where I sought comfort for so long.

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