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“I'm not the one who wears glasses, Daddy,” she sassed.

I began to tickle her ribs until I got to her armpits due to her thrashing around.

“I’m sorry, not there, or I’m going to pee myself,” she screamed in between laughter.

I grinned and turned her to face me so I could give her a proper hug. She huddled up to me, sat on my lap, and wrapped her arms around me. Her head was on my shoulder, and I sighed before hugging her.

Dr Cavall unwittingly gave me the best gift I’d received, wrapped up with a bow tie.

Chapter 23

Daisy

The park was quiet this evening, but I preferred to avoid seeing people. It broke the bubble I was in. Daddy might be a hardass, but over the weeks and months, I noticed he always put me first in everything he did. No one had ever done that for me before.

“We should get a dog, Daddy,” I said, clutching his hand tightly before I tried to play my pity card. “I always wanted a pet, but my incubator wouldn't let me. I was so desperate I would bring bugs and insects in from the garden and hide them in my room.”

“Hmm, sure. A guard dog would be good for the house,” he said, giving me his sensible opinion.

“Uh, I was thinking about a cute, manageable dog, not one that I could ride like a horse,” I said with a frown.

“You won't be riding anyone but me,” he said with a chuckle before he let go of my hand and held my waist.

I grinned and leaned into him to put my arm around him.

“Of course, Daddy.”

Suddenly, someone bumped into me, and before I knew it, Daddy pushed me towards the bushes. I stumbled off the narrow path and onto the grass. By the time I turned around, Daddy was confronting the guy.

“She should have been watching where she was walking,” the guy said.

He wore casual clothes and looked a little scruffy, but I recognised his aggressive attitude. He was the type to be carrying a knife. My heart pounded in fear. If anything happened to Daddy, I would fucking stab that bastard myself.

Daddy calmly sucker-punched him in the face, and the man dropped onto the open field. Daddy sat on him and began to use his head as a punching bag.

“No one fucking touches my girl,” he said in between his speedy punches.

I moved a little closer until I saw the man’s bloody face. He groaned at one point before he lost consciousness, but Daddy was still punching him until my knickers became wet.

There was something wrong with me if violence turned me on, but I couldn't break it down because I wanted Daddy to fuck me.

I gripped Daddy’s shoulder as his arm was poised to punch him again, but he turned to look at me. My heart skipped a beat at the murderous look of rage blazed in his eyes before he looked me up and down.

“Are you okay? I pushed you—”

“I’m fine, Daddy, but let's get the fuck out of here before you have to knock out any witnesses,” I said, cutting him off, but I dug my fingers into his shoulder.

Daddy stood up, but I saw his bloody hand. Before I could check it for cuts, he stuffed it into his pocket and grabbed my arm. We began to walk towards the exit, and neither of us looked back at the man.

“If I had a dog, I could have thrown it at him,” I said as we sped towards his house.

He grunted but didn't say anything. I could feel the tension in his body as we walked. Daddy slowed down once we were a few blocks from the park.

“I didn't mean for you to see that, baby,” Daddy said slowly as he rubbed my back.

I glanced at him because he had chosen his words carefully. His hands moved from my back to my waist.

“I thought it was hot, Daddy,” I said before I paused. “No one’s protected me before. You're the only one. My own mother refused to believe me when I told her that her husband had been fucking me for four years.”

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