Page 21 of My Fantasy Daddies

Spiteful glee filled my sister’s eyes, but they were already swelling closed, so I refrained from punching her in the face like I wanted to.Instead, I smirked at the spoiled bitch.“Can I at least change clothes, Papa?I’m a tad underdressed at the moment.”

“Hurry up.”Muttering to himself in French, he walked back down the stairs, and I rushed up the stairs to my room.

I metMamanon the journey, her eyes full of resignation.“All I wish is for my daughters to get along.”

“You need to make more realistic wishes,Maman.”

After I shut my bedroom door, I pulled the shirt over my head and placed it on my bed.Walking into my closet, I stepped into a pair of panties before grabbing yoga pants and a hoodie.Gathering my hair into a ponytail, I chanced a glance at my phone and saw three missed calls from the unknown number, along with a dozen new texts.

Deciding to give Papa a few more minutes to calm down, I picked up the phone and hit connect.It barely rang once before harsh breathing filled my ear.

“Angel.”

“Baby girl.”

“Little one.”

Their voices blended together, making my knees go weak.All the chaos Eloise had caused faded away, my heart burning with the absence of the men who had become vital even though I’d tried to keep my heart disengaged.Eyes stinging with tears, I sat on the end of my bed.“H-hi, Daddies.”

Benson

Relief exploded in my chest the moment I heard Esme’s voice.Malcolm pressed his forehead into the back of the passenger seat while Parker tightened his fingers around the steering wheel.

Ghost could only get me a phone number.That was it.Just her goddamn phone number.Not a birth date or a single social media post.No other trace of her in the digital world, as if she didn’t exist.It had frustrated him, and he asked me for more time because he was curious.

Ghost didn’t do shit like that.

Knowledge was power, and I’d never felt more powerless in my life.

“Come back,” Malcolm commanded, lifting his head so Esme could hear him better.“Come home.”

“Mal…”

“Please, baby girl.”He looked off into the distance, toward the mansion a mile up the road.Parker drove past the gated estate when Esme’s guard had turned in to the driveway.The gate had already been open, and he’d made the last-minute choice to continue down the main road so we didn’t scare our woman.

She was tucked safely behind that now-locked gate.Hidden from the outside world in her parents’ house.We only knew where she was because at least her phone number had given us something to track.We’d followed her all over the city before she’d picked up her friend only a few doors down from our house.We lost sight of the driver so many times we’d all gone a little insane.There must have been something in her phone that kept blocking us every few minutes, making it impossible for my system to keep up with her location in real time.

That had gotten Ghost a few more calls from me because he was the one who had built my fucking system.Whoever Arnaud Barbier had covering his daughter’s very existence was better than Ghost, and that shouldn’t have been possible.

When the GPS finally recalculated the last time we lost sight of her, she’d been out of the city.Ghost texted me the Barbiers’ New York address before I could make another call to him.

“We can come get you,” Parker tacked on, his own voice filled with a plea.We were all ready to break down the gates, but we wanted her to come to us.Needed her to.“You only have to say yes, and we will be there before you know it.”

“I want to,” she admitted hesitantly.“But I can’t.My father wants to talk to me about something.”

“Later tonight, then,” I pressed.“That will give you time to pack a bag.”

“I have school tomorrow,” she whispered.

“Baby girl, I will take you to your classes myself,” Malcolm volunteered.“I promise you will get there on time even if I have to personally fly you there in our helicopter.”

“You can pilot a helicopter?”she asked, sounding impressed.

“Among other forms of air transportation,” he told her, his chest puffing up.Parker and I both flipped him off.

“That’s hot, Malcolm,” she purred.

“Come home, and I’ll take you flying tonight,” he promised, so damn hopeful even my chest hurt for him.

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