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“You can watch.”
It was something so small, but it niggled at me until I realised—she cared enough to stay in with me. To cook. Together.
The kind of domestic normalcy other people took for granted.
“Thank you, baby. I’d like that very much,” I murmured, holding her close as the traffic outside rumbled on.
Iris was too sweet. Too innocent. Too fucking good for someone like me.
But she was mine.
I wondered how many loads I could empty inside her tonight.
Chapter 15
Iris
We showered and changed into loungewear before heading to the kitchen. For a man who didn’t cook, he was surprisingly well-stocked. I went with a Chinese chicken noodle broth and a whole sea bass drenched in aromatic chillies, garlic, and ginger oil. There were enough vegetables to throw together a quick stir-fry too.
He helped prep the fish and vegetables, but as he relaxed, he told me about the whorehound’s visit. I empathised—outwardly—while joy and vindictive pleasure bloomed in my chest.
Good job, Daddy.
I gasped when he told me about the condom pin-pricking. So that’s where he got the idea to‘baby trap’me. Ironically, it would be her undoing.
“Mmm. This is so delicious,” he said, poking at the fish with his chopsticks.“If you ever give up business law, you could come work for me as my private chef.”
“What do I get in return?” I asked, adding some vegetables to my broth.
“Endless hours of pussy worship.”
“You’re shameless.”
“Let’s see if you say that when my face is buried in your cunt.”
I loved cooking, but to watch him enjoy my food with such enthusiasm was strangely heartwarming. Then again, after trying to eat meals with Satan’s arse wart, anything would be a pleasant change for him.
“You've only got one child together?” I asked casually.
“Yes, she never wanted any more, and I didn't want to deal with the headache of her complaining,” he said, breaking up some more fish.
“Where did you learn to use chopsticks? You're pretty good.”
“I’m not a complete heathen,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Will you get into trouble for being with me if you haven’t got a divorce?”
He paused and looked at me.
The chopsticks lowered.
“No one. And I mean no one, will ever tell me what I can or can’t do with you,” he said, voice low and dangerous.“Ever.”
I almost choked on my broth.
Hot. Damn.
Calm down, Daddy.
