Page 38 of Daddy's Pretty Baby

“Mmm,” she moaned again, still delirious.

But I shook her then.

“Melly,” I rasped. “Tell Daddy. Why did you disappear on me last night? Why did you take off without saying anything?”

The girl’s eyes flew open then, accusatory, although she still panted and gasped, boobies heaving.

“You asked me to leave,” she spat. “You had Angela,” and Melly said the name like it was poison on her lips, “hand me the exit papers, like we were through.”

I shook her slightly then.

“That’s true,” I ground out. “Angela jumped the gun, I hadn’t told her told her that we were ready for the exit papers yet, but yeah, she was just doing her job. All littles sign documents when they leave Valley Pine.”

And Melly’s eyes brimmed then, her chin shuddering. Oh shit, this was much harder to deal with than my little hellcat, I hated when she cried because my own soul felt like it was breaking down, all my defenses crumbling.

“Melly,” I ground out again. “Stop. Talk to Daddy.”

And the brunette took a deep breath. She pulled her head up, bit her lip, and shook herself once, like she was mentally pressing reboot. Of course, I was still buried deep in her body, but still. A fighting Melly was easier to deal with than a sobbing one.

“Mr. Lancaster,” she said formally. “I assumed that because I was given exit papers, that I was being shown the door. Besides, why does it matter? Our contract is almost up anyways. I realized I skipped out a couple days early, but you can penalize me for that, I’ll give you some of the money back.”

And I shook her again.

“No, it’s not about that,” I said, voice rough. “What I want to know is why you took off like a banshee after Angela gave you those papers to sign? You must have known it was coming. You knew the three months was coming to an end, you know that I have papers for everything, I’m a billionaire, my fortune has to be protected. So why did it cause you to go berserk, literally ditching me in the middle of sex to go off wandering in the night?”

And Melly didn’t answer me, instead turning her head away so that I couldn’t see. But I was determined to get a response, I needed to hear it. So I grabbed her chin in my big hand and forced the girl to look at me.

“Melly,” I ground out again, piercing blue boring into deep brown. “Tell me why you lost it at Valley Pine. Why, when you thought I’d asked you to leave, you went berserk instead of living out the last couple days in luxury?”

But she wouldn’t answer directly.

“Why are you even asking?” she said bitterly. “Didn’t I tell you? If you want to deduct money from my pay for leaving early, you can. It’s not like I can stop you.”

But I shook my head once more, voice firm.

“Melly,” I said, and this time a warning note crept into the deep tones. “Tell me why you left the way you did.”

And finally she swung her head around to look at me, those caramel pools blazing bright, like embers in a hot flame.

“Why do you think?” she spat. “Because you already have a new girl on the way! Angela told me everything, Michelle is your next little, you’re done with me, ready for a newer, shinier model.”

And I grunted again. That whole Michelle thing was a total screw-up, another example of Angela doing her job too well, being too on the ball. Because I hadn’t been looking for a new sub, I hadn’t given the go. Angela had been anticipating my needs, but this time, she was way, way off. I was nowhere near done with Melly, and I might never be done in fact.

“There is no Michelle,” I ground out. “I’ve never met the girl, and in fact, I have no interest in meeting her.”

“Yeah right,” spat Melly contemptuously, this time really looking at me. “Angela’s got her all picked out, she arrives at the manor in a couple days.”

“That’s right, Angela’s got her picked out, not me,” I said roughly. “That woman’s just doing her job, and she overstepped this time. Because Michelle’s not the one I want honey. It’s you.”

But Melly couldn’t hear the words, couldn’t process them, not now when she was so agitated.

“So who is she then?” she spat once more. “Who is this Michelle chick?”

And I tried again.

“I have no idea,” I shrugged, deep voice rumbling. “I have no idea who the fuck she is, and don’t care to find out. She can go back from wherever she came from, doesn’t matter to me. In fact, I’ll make sure she does. I’ll pay her five thousand to not show up at Valley Pine, as a thank you for her trouble.”

And that made Melly listen.

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