Page 56 of Big Daddy

“No,” she breathes, her words contradicting her body language as she melts against me.

“Please, Winnie, I’m going crazy here, not knowing what is going on with my daughter. Please, I need to know, baby,” I beg, not ashamed in the least bit. I don’t beg often, but I will beg to make things better with my daughter.

“I can’t. That betrayal, it’s worse than this,” she moans, yet she wiggles her ass against the hard ridge of my dick, clearly wanting my threat to come to fruition.

My lips dust her ear one more time before I sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her throat. Winnie moans, her words melt as she says, “Please, Big Daddy.”

“Tell me, Winnie.” I reach into her blouse and fill my palm with her soft, warm breast, rolling my thumb and forefinger around her nipple, making her moan. “Fucking perfect tits, you know that, don’t you? These tits make men want to fuck raw, bareback. I see these perfect tits and these hard little nipples under that blouse and all I want to do is put you on your back and fill your womb with my seed, make you my fucking vessel. That’s what these tits do, they make me want to breed you, Winnie, and I will. I will breed your sweet little pussy and your beautiful, puckered little ass. For the rest of my fucking life. Butright now, tell me what you’re keeping secret.” Another thrust of my fat cock against her round ass. “Big Daddy doesn’t do secrets. I’m going crazy here.”

She manages to turn around, leaning back over the desk, blinking up at me. Cupping my erection, she strokes me through the fabric, eyes locked on mine. “A few weeks ago, you asked if she was dating her boss. She wasn’t. She was talking… to both of them. And now, she’s dating them. And it’s getting serious.”

Brielle is dating—“Bosses?”

Winnie nods, stroking my fading erection, her lips curving into a pout when she realizes the effect this news has taken on me. I stand her up and smooth her clothes out before shoving my hands through my hair, pacing away from her.

What the fuck? My daughter is dating two men at once? I spin to face Winnie, whose guilty expression will be handled later. “Behind their backs? Like a fucking whore?”

Winnie’s face falls, taking up a stony, impassive expression as she treads toward me, slapping me square across the face. “Don’t you ever use that word when speaking about Brielle. Or everything with us ends. Immediately. Got it?”

I twist to face her, and nod. I’m overcome with emotion at how much the woman I’m falling for already loves my daughter. More so, I’m overcome with how much I love this woman putting my roaring reactions in check. I need this. I need someone to slow me down when I go too hard on my daughter. But more than all that… my beautiful, talented daughter… she’s… “She’s dating two men at once?”

“Together, not behind their backs,” Winnie clarifies. “When you asked before, they weren’t an item. Hadn’t even gone on a date,” she trails off, and my mind veers back to our conversation from before. She didn’t lie but she kept Brielle’s confidence that she’d obviously had feelings for one or both of them at that time. Even still, it takes me a moment to understand. We stand there,Winnie and I, our chests heaving, the space brimming with electrical heat. “They’re in the early phases of being a throuple.”

My mind spins. A throuple? What the fuck? My grandchild will live in a house where their mother is with two men? Who would be the father if they have children? Can they even get married? What is the point, without marriage? Just sex? The same word that got me a slap across my face swivels through my mind right as Winnie rises to her toes and takes my face in her hands.

“Don’t do anything foolish with this information. I’m telling you to prepare you. She… she might tell you soon.” Winnie licks her lips, and a tiny wave of calm moves through me. If I stood here long enough, she’d probably make me feel completely better. But I don’t stay long enough to find out.

“Take the rest of the day off. I’m leaving for the day,” I say, evading her grasp as I reach for my suit jacket.

“Quincey, you can’t tell her I told you.”

I glare at her. “Move in with me, Winnie.”

She folds her arms over her chest. “I already said no. And don’t you dare tell her what I told you.”

Feeding my arms into my suit jacket, I slip my phone into my pocket. “You have a month to do it on your own. After that, I’m coming to that fucking dick-dump and taking you out.” I place an aggressive kiss on her lips. “I’ll call you later.”

She attempts to stop me, but I’m on a mission.

I don’t care if she doesn’t have time and I’m not in her fucking day planner.

I need to see Brielle.

chapter nineteen

quincey

I have never felt moreout of control than I do now. I had every intention of calming the fuck down, gathering my thoughts, then speaking to Brielle with kindness and clarity. Except, she isn’t home. The apartment I pay for sits empty, the lights off, the doorbell echoing into nothingness.

I realize she’s not a virgin, and that she likely has slept over with men she’s not in serious relationships with. All of that I get.

But knowing now that she’s running off to some fucking weird two-man relationship? The inside of my car has fielded more curses and growls than ever before. And now I’m following my own fucking daughter like a psychopath.

It’s my fault.

All of this is my fault.

Had I been a more emotional father. A kinder father. Had I not given her the silent treatment when I didn’t get my way and extended her more faith and trust to make her own choices.

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