Page 39 of Her Bossy Daddy

“We’re not going to fix this gap until you open up to me, Lacey. You feel that, right?”

“I know, and I promise to do that.”

“You haven’t been keeping those promises. Why don’t you try again?”

“What do you want me to do?” I let out a long breath. He was one hundred percent correct. I couldn’t even be mad at the interruption because I’d been poised to throw another lie at him.

“Since you’ve had so much trouble speaking the truth, I’d like a letter. Write down everything that’s been on your mind. It will also help get those feelings out, so you can process them. I asked you to do this already, but your first letter had doodles on it with no real substance.”

“Ugh. A letter is so much worse than lines,” I huffed out. “What happens if I don’t write you a letter?”

“You’ve had more than your fair share of consequences. If you don’t write a letter then we aren’t going to move forward.”

“So there is no repercussion for not doing this task?”

“No repercussions, love.”

I swallowed hard, not liking the sound of his tone at all. “Can I email it to you?”

“No, I want an actual written letter addressed to me, on my desk by tomorrow night. No technology other than a paper and pen. Will you do that?”

“Yes, Sir.” I knew he spoke the truth. I had to pony up and put my feelings down on paper. “May I stay here tonight?”

“Of course. You’re always welcome here, love.”

“Okay. I’m going to get my pajamas on.” I kissed him hard and then once more. “I love you. I’ll make this better.”

“I love you more. Just remember we’re in this together. Do what you’re told, Lacey, and we’ll be fine.”

“I’m trying.” I kissed him again, and then went to get ready for bed. My thoughts returned to the gorgeous room. It was beyond my wildest imagination, and I couldn’t wait to see what it would look like when it was finished. I couldn’t wait to see what we would look like either. We had some things to iron out, but we loved each other, and somehow it would be okay.

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