Page 63 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
I stood and stared at her for a moment. All I wanted to do was walk over to where she sat on the bed and smash my mouth against hers. But I’d been out of control lately, and I needed to tame the wild beast.
“Okay. Sleep tight. I’m heading to bed.”
“Good night, Ashton.”
“Good night, Charlotte.”
I was sound asleep when I heard my bedroom door open and the sound of little footsteps shuffling across the floor.
“Dad?” She shook my shoulder
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you? Please, Dad. I went to Charlotte’s room, and she’s not in there.”
Instantly, my brows furrowed.
“Climb in.” I sat up.
“I want Charlotte, too. Please, Dad. I can sleep between both of you. Where is she? Did she leave?”
God, it was the middle of the night, and it was too late for this.
“I’ll go see where she is.” I climbed out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. Walking down the stairs, I flipped the light on in the kitchen.
“Jesus, Ashton!” Charlotte jumped. “You scared the shit out of me.”
“Why are you standing in the kitchen in the middle of the night in the dark?”
“I woke up and was really thirsty, so I wanted a bottle of water.” She held up the bottle. “Why are you up?”
“Eloise came running into my room. She had a bad dream and wants to sleep with both of us in my bed.”
“Huh? Seriously?”
“Yes. So, it looks like you’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
“If you say so.”
We went upstairs, and Eloise was sitting up with her knees to her chest.
“Dad, you found her!”
“I was just getting a bottle of water,” Charlotte told her. “I heard you had a bad dream.”
“Uh huh.” She nodded.
“Okay. Let’s get settled so we can go back to sleep,” Charlotte said, climbing into bed.
I lay down, Eloise snuggled between us, and stared at Charlotte. This felt wrong on so many levels, yet it felt so right. I reached over, turned the light off, closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
The alarm jolted me out of a dream I was having about Charlotte. Reaching over and shutting it off, Eloise stirred, and Charlotte opened her eyes.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I whispered.
I hurried and climbed out of bed to conceal my hard-on. That dream had me all fired up for Charlotte. After taking a shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom. Eloise was sound asleep, and Charlotte was gone. So, I walked down to her bedroom, stepped inside, and found her standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom.
“Hey.” She smiled, looking at me through the mirror.
