Page 47 of Seeds of Malice

He sits next to me, starts the engine, and takes off while Marcey screams, "Homophobe!"

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Dax

Ivy's drunk. I thought she was just tipsy, but she's definitely past that point.

We get off the boat, and she stumbles across the dock. I grab her before she falls into the water, and lead her to the golf cart. It takes me two seconds to decide to take her to my place.

She settles against my body but suddenly moves her head off my shoulder. She glances around and frets, "Where are we going?"

I tighten my arm around her. "I think we should go to my place. You're in no shape to go back to yours."

More anxiety appears in her expression. She claims, "My dad can't see me like this. I think I drank too much."

"Don't worry about it, babe. I'll take care of you. Everything is fine. Your dad won't know you've been drinking."

"He will," she whines.

"But you're eighteen," I reiterate, wanting to plant the seed that she can do what she wants. She may not be twenty-one, but she's past the point of needing her dad's approval, and I need to ensure she gets far away from that ideology.

"But my dad is strict."

I tug her closer to me. "Don't worry. I've got you."

She calms and gingerly smiles at me. "Thanks, Dax."

I give her a quick kiss on the lips. "No problem, gorgeous. Hold tight. We'll be there soon."

She puts her head back on my shoulder, and before I get to my place, she's passed out.

I groan. The last thing I wanted to do was take care of a drunk. I need to wake her up. My dick's still hard. And today was perfect. It had just enough shock factor to make her feel bad and cling closer to me.

Plus, I had her drink alcohol for a reason. I know she wants me, and I wanted to loosen her up. She confirmed my suspicion that she has no experience, and I already knew she wasn't like the other girls around here. So I figured she'd need some liquid courage to let me do what I want with her.

"Ivy, wake up," I order, stroking her head.

She blinks a few times, then closes her eyes again.

"Sweetheart, wake up," I repeat several times.

She finally becomes coherent and leans away from me. She glances around. "Oh, did I fall asleep?"

I chuckle. "Yeah. You're okay, though. Come on, let's get some water and food in you."

She glances toward her cottage, then frets, "My dad didn't see us, did he?"

I sternly answer, "No. But like I said, he needs to know that we're together."

"I meant because I've been drinking, that's all," she quickly states.

A bit of relief fills me. The last thing I'm going to do is hide our relationship from her father. Nothing is better than a good girl displeasing her daddy. And I'm up for the task of making that happen.

So I'm glad she's come around and isn't fighting me telling him. But I'm still going to use it as a guilt trip when I want.

I get off the golf cart and go around to the other side. I help her on her feet, steer her inside the house, and lock my door. I don't think anyone's coming over, but I'm not taking any chances after yesterday.

It makes me nervous Cindy was there today. Once the boat docks, she'll be back on the estate with the others.

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