Page 91 of Daddy's Wild Girl

“I know. Mostly, she’d want to p-parade me around, so she wanted me to behave and if I d-didn’t . . . Well, one time she got r-rid of my best friend. Her father got transferred after I r-refused to go to a mother-daughter event with my mother. Afterward, she t-told me she arranged it.”

“Fucking hell. I’m so sorry, baby.”

“It’s not y-your fault she’s a psychopath. Like I said, though, I think that’s why t-the two of you are here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mother knows I wouldn’t like s-someone in the house with me. She knows that I v-value my privacy. She wanted me to g-go on tour with them. To doThe Benner LifeOn Touror something. But I wouldn’t do it. And then s-suddenly I have my father begging me to take on t-two bodyguards.”

“Fuck. You really do think she made up those threats, don’t you?”

“I do.” And now she was wondering if the threats had something to do with her announcement that Bebe was going to be on the revampedThe Benner Life.

But how would potential threats force her into being on the show? It didn’t make much sense.

They reached her house, and she sighed as she thought of having to climb the stairs to get up to her bedroom. Bebe realized that the light above the front door was on just as the door opened and a large man filled the doorway.

Oh, crap.

She tensed as he walked toward them.

“He’s been worried about you,” Corbin told her. “Been blowing up my phone when he hates text messaging. Remember, his bark is worse than his bite.”

Corbin got out of the car, abandoning her to the full wrath of Hayes as he opened her door, looming over her.

“H-hi,” she croaked out.

To her shock, he crouched next to her. Then he reached out and placed the back of his hand over her forehead.

“Hand,” he barked.

She slid her hand out, nearly flashing him some bra-covered boob. She didn’t know why she wasn’t worried about Corbin seeing her breasts.

Don’t you?

No. Nope.

Not happening.

He put his fingers over her pulse, hushing her when she went to speak.

Sheesh.

These men sure did like to shh her.

“Her pulse is racing and she feels clammy and cold. We need to get her inside. Quick.”

“Yep, that’s what I was planning to do,” Corbin calmly replied.

They shared a look and a silent conversation. Then Hayes stepped away and Corbin was there again.

“Come on, darling. Let’s get you inside and warm.”

Corbin’s voice was so soft and kind. It made her melt, tears filling her eyes. She didn’t know if she could handle too much kindness right now.

She was too close to breaking, which might just send her over.

And yet, did she protest as he undid her seatbelt? As he lifted her into his arms, pressing her against his chest? Did she tell him that she could walk and to put her down?

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