Page 82 of Rayna's Daddy

“Keeping her here where you know she’s safe, you know no harm could come to her.” He stepped in front of me. “Where she won’t leave you?”

“She’s not going to leave me.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why would she leave?”

“It’s easy to mold a little when she has someone else to lean on.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

“I’m not grooming Rayna.” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Once you can get a woman to submit to you who isn’t financially obligated to, then come talk to me.”

“You’re an asshole, Kyler.” He hung his head and headed towards the door. He stopped in the hallway. “Hey Rayna.”

I didn’t hear her voice, but Chandler smiled just the same.

“See you later.” He waved, looked back at me, and then left.

I collapsed onto the couch.

I closed my eyes and groaned. My head rested on the back of the couch.

“Daddy,” Rayna whispered.

I peeked with one eye in her direction.

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?” Her voice grew closer. “Why did Chandler call you an asshole?”

She lowered her voice to mimic my brother. I didn’t bother chastising her for her language. It was hard enough not to laugh.

“Because I am an asshole.”

“No,” Rayna pouted. “My Daddy is not an asshole. And who ever called you an asshole is an asshole.”

“Watch your language, little one.” Now she was taking advantage. I motioned for her to come sit next to me. I kissed the pout off her lips. “It’s okay. I was being a bit of an asshole to Chandler.”

“Oh.” She rested her head on my chest. “Then just apologize.”

“I will.” I held her to me. “How are you? How was your binge fest?”

“It was good.” She crawled into my lap like a toddler. “It was lonely, though. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” I rubbed her butt. “I do have some good news.”

“Oh, yeah.” She wiggled in my lap and sat up.

“It looks like the FBI knows where Santorini is, and they don’t think you have anything to worry about. You're safe.” I played with the puff on her head.

She blinked, and her lip quivered. “What do you think?”

“Oh, I’m always going to err on the side of caution with you.” I cupped her cheek. “You are so precious to me, I won’t ‘not’ worry unless you’re locked in this apartment with me forever, but that’s not realistic.”

“Well, yea.” She nodded slowly. “I can’t stay here forever.”

I leaned in and nipped at her neck.

She giggled.

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