Page 35 of Daddy's Rules

“Ri, it’s Jordan. Where are you?”

“Jordan!” she shouts, her voice suddenly alert. “Are you okay? Where are you? We couldn’t find you and ended up going home without you. We thought you went home early.”

“I’m okay, I think. I woke up in the hallway of the salsa club. I don’t remember much.”

“A salsa club? We didn’t go to a salsa club.”

“We didn’t?”

“No, we were thinking about it, but ended up going to a comedy club instead.” She pauses. “Don’t you remember that?”

“No,” I groan. “Riley, what the hell did I do?”

“We lost you hours ago. I have no idea, but you must have drunk a helluva lot after you ditched us.” She yawns. “I hope you had fun though.” She chuckles. “Your man must have called me a hundred times. I can’t tell if he’s more worried or pissed.”

“Crap!” I say and swallow hard. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No worries, babe.” She yawns again. “Do you need me to call someone to come get you?”

“No, thanks. I’m just going to call Owen.” My stomach drops at the thought. I end the call and immediately head for the exit. Once I’m in the fresh air, my head feels a little clearer.

I bite my lip and call Owen. “Daddy?”

“Christ, Jordan. Where the hell are you?”

“Um,” I murmur as I turn to look at the sign above the bar. I mumble the name, probably bastardizing the Spanish pronunciation.

“Don’t move. I’m coming right now.” I think he’s hung up when he adds to his statement, “You’re in so much trouble, little girl.” My gut drops so hard it feels as if it’s an endless pit.

I’m anxious as hell, but I set my mind on the task of sleuthing. I check my wallet. The cash I took with me is there. Only the small amount I used for my two drinks and Riley’s is gone. I quickly open my banking app and check my account balances. That’s when I really feel sick. Well over a thousand dollars is gone from my credit card.

Searching for a receipt in my purse, I find a bag. I want to throw up when I open it. There’s a huge dildo in the bag. It’s pink and has some protrusion that looks oddly like a rabbit on it. There’s also several vibrators and something that looks like a facial cleansing brush but has a hole where the brush should be. I shove the bag back into my purse and zip it quickly.

I’m shivering, eyes closed, trying hard not to toss my cookies when I feel a hand on my shoulder. Startled, I yell.

“Baby, it’s me.” Owen’s voice is calm but when I look at his face, his expression tells me the last thing he is, is calm.

“Let me explain,” I blurt but he only gathers a breath, looks to the ground, and holds a finger up.

“Don’t say a word.”

I snap my mouth shut in obedience but when he looks back at me, I know my obedience isn’t winning me any lenience. “Where the hell are your shoes?”

I quickly look to my hand, the last place I had them, and frown. I suck in my bottom lip and bite it, shrugging. Owen closes his eyes for a breath and then opens them. They pin mine a moment before he bends and throws me over his shoulder.

“There wasn’t parking nearby and I’m not letting you walk in stocking feet. Speak even a word, little girl and I’ll give you a taste of what’s coming right here.”

I’m dizzy as hell, but I don’t dare make a sound.

He refuses to put me down even in the hallway of the condo, but I still don’t complain. It’s late anyway and no one’s around, except the doorman and by his sleepy-lidded nod, he’s not interested in anything we’re doing.

He nods at Owen and winks at me. “Have a nice night, folks.” Owen grumbles a reply and I just wiggle my fingers in a wave, keeping my face down.

When Owen puts me down on the couch, my purse goes flying and to my utter horror the adult store purchases spill out onto the floor. I watch Owen’s face turn toward the contents on display. His eyes widen before they dart back to mine.

“I can explain,” I stammer. He presses his lips and crouches to pick the toys up. Seeing the giant pink dildo in his hands makes my stomach squirm. I open my mouth and he holds up his free hand. “Just wait and talk to Riley, please.” His jaw clenches at my defiance.

“Shower.” When I don’t move, he closes his eyes and adds a firm “now.” I scramble to the bathroom to obey.

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