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Christ,I’ve been coming in this woman’s unprotected pussy for weeks now with the intent of knocking her up. How the fuck will I tolerate sharing her attentions?
“All the time?” She acts scandalized, yet is adorable as she giggles into her hand, no longer shy about her nudity.
“Yes, Hael, all the time. You’ll learn my name on our wedding day and only because it’s required.” Her mouth opens into the most perfect O. “I’d really like my dick between those lips when you look at me like that.” Her blush deepens further. “Now sit back in bed, get comfortable, and angle your phone so I can admire my view while we chat.”
CHAPTER 7
Hael
My stalker’s name remains a mystery. Of all the things I wanted to learn tonight, his identity was top of the list. Galen might have given the green light on this mystery Daddy, but that doesn’t mean the concern has lessened.
“Ask me another,” he says.
We’ve been going back and forth with questions for so long that I’ve gotten comfortable in bed and have forgotten my nakedness more times than not. My only reminder is when I make a move that causes him to groan with his desire for me.
“Favorite scary movie?” I’ve already learned he’s both a night owl and a morning person, not getting nearly enough sleep. He’s a self-made man in the security industry. I’ve guessed that he’s at least twice myage. He hates any kind of pepper, played guitar in a band as a teenager, and finds true crime as relaxing as I do. When he does sleep, he prefers pitch-blackness to avoid being disturbed. His staff fears him because he has an explosive temper, but never violent.That one was important to me.
“Not a scary movie fan. All that death for some masked psycho, not for me.” I don’t miss the irony here. “I do, however, enjoy thrillers and action films.”
“Okay, so what’s your fave?”
“Rambo.” Biting my lip to hide my smile, I’m not shocked at his response. “I already know you don’t like scary movies, sweet pea, so what about just a favorite movie?”
Tongue in cheek, I fight to stifle my laughter while replying, “The live-actionBeauty and the Beast.” When he curses and groans, I can’t hold back anymore.
“So, you enjoy the idea of being my captive.” He shakes his head as I bury my face in my pillow, a chill working up my spine. “Are you cold?” He notices and sits forward, as if he can reach me through the phone.
“A little.”Not enough to want to move.
“Put your blanket on. I’ll have plenty of nights to stare at your alluring body.” He’s so damn sweet and doesn’t realize how much because his focus is on making himself out to be the bad guy.
“Yes, Daddy.” My nipples pebble when he tenses up, the veins in his arms, neck, and hands bulging as he restrains himself while I cover myself with the duvet. Snuggling deeper into bed, sleepiness starts creeping in, but I don’t want to hang up with my Daddy.
“You’re looking tired, sweet pea.” The softness in his tone is like a caress, and I imagine his fingers brushing along my body as he lulls me to sleep.
“Am not.” Even I can hear the slur in the two small words as my eyes grow heavier.
“I’m going to hang up, sweet pea. You need your rest.”
My eyes pop open wide. “No, Daddy, please stay with me.” When I pout, it appears like he’s wavering.
“Fine, until you fall asleep.” The amusement in his voice is sexy; he doesn’t sound so angry.
I float between sleep and awake, registering a door opening but know it isn’t mine when I hear, “Austin River is on the line and demanding to speak with you. Something about your revenge going too far.” Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I remain still, feelinghiseyes on me. Waiting for a reaction, I suppose.
I’ve spent many years learning to conceal my thoughts from my expressive face, so I’m sure he’ll believe I’m simply asleep. When he hangs upa few minutes later, I drag the blanket over my head and silently cry until my body is too exhausted to remain awake.
Of course, he was too good to be true. I’m just another pawn in my father’s life, only this time, I’m being used against him.
Waking up and glancing at the flowers across from me through blurry eyes, I blink back the tears still lingering as my heart hurts. The flowers had excited me so much, but now I’m wondering… Am I a part of some revenge plot? How does this man even know my father?
Should my father even answer the phone if I were to call, I know I wouldn’t get the truth from him. I never do. He’s spent more years lying to me than I care to recall. From the time of my mother’s death until being shipped off to college, he’s never been truthful about my mom’s accident. I saw the police reports when I turned eighteen. She didn’t lose control of her car; someone ran her off the road and into the side of a mountain in Colorado.
He refused to speak about it when confronted, and I’ve been forced to learn to live with the reality. Mymother was murdered, the killer never found, and there is no peace when I visit her grave here in Las Vegas, her birthplace. It’s why I chose this city to attend college.
Light from outside shines brightly into the room as I remember my stalker said he planned to leave breakfast for me. My stomach chooses that moment to grumble. Tossing the blanket off and sitting on the side of the bed, I glare down at my ridiculous clothing, questioning my sanity.
My phone is on the floor, screen side down, and as I bend over to pick it up, it vibrates in my hand. Flipping it over, the screen lights up with messages from Piper andhim.The hurt and anger force me to ignore his and open Piper’s message instead.
