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Leo:Never call me that again.

Leo:I mean it.

Brynn:Really? You strike me as a dude who'd love that shit.

Leo:Why do people keep saying this?

Brynn:Well, it sure as hell isn't because of your sunshine personality.

Brynn:Maybe it's your perpetual hostility…

Brynn:Or the fact that you're a control freak.

Brynn:Or…

Leo:You made your point.

Leo:Hostility also has nothing to do with having a Daddy kink. Just FYI.

Brynn:Ha. "Not into it" my ass.

Leo:I don't have to be into it to know shit about it!

Brynn:Whatever you say.

Leo:Why are we even talking about this?

Leo:Get your shit packed and hurry up.

Brynn:Yes, Daddy.

Leo:I told you not to call me that.

Brynn:Sorry, Daddy.

Leo:FUCK!

Chapter Seven

Leo

I am a shaking,pacing, stormy mess when Brynn finally knocks on the door at six p.m.

"It's about damn time," I grumble, stepping out of the way so she can waltz her fancy ass into the apartment.

She shoots me a teasing smile over her shoulder as she takes off her shoes by the door. "Aww, Leo, have you been looking forward to seeing me all day?"

"Dreading it, actually." I roll my eyes as I close the door behind her, hating the way I find my gaze running down the length of her while she's turned away from me. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, every sumptuous curve of her body is highlighted to perfection.

I have to physically stop myself from staring at her ass.

Why must the most infuriating woman on this planet also be the hottest?

At this point, my physical attraction to her is starting to feel more and more like a punishment from the universe, which would be a blatant miscarriage of justice, considering what I've been through the last twelve months already.

But where my daughter was a Godsend, the woman currently bending over in front of me with her ass in the fucking air has been sent to me straight from the fiery pits of hell.

Damn it.

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