Page 7 of Daddy's Good Girl (Stonebridge Daddies 1)

CHAPTER6

Peep Show~Aiden

I keptmy eyes on her delectable ass as she disappeared down the hall. I never attended conventions on the first day because I hated big crowds, but I needed Olivia all to myself. I fought with my limbs the entire time she stood in my doorway. I wanted to bend her over my desk, fuck her sweet little cunt and then tell her how fucking beautiful she was, but I held off. She carried a mountain of pain in her heart, and I wanted to be the one to soothe her broken spirit because seeing her hurt was too much to bear.

Making her stand in the corner was a risk, but it was one that I was willing to take, earning her trust was the biggest obstacle I’d have to overcome. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she just got out of an abusive relationship. From the moment she stepped foot in the office this morning, her phone fired off every twenty minutes. She finally snatched it and walked to the other end of the long hallway where the kitchenette and fridges were located. I followed her and leaned against a wall within earshot.

The desperation in her voice made my chest tighten with pain. I had no intentions of bringing her to the convention, but I couldn’t sleep at night knowing she was all alone with that piece of shit harassing her. I texted Jasper and told him I would rather go alone, and he didn’t fight me on it. How dare that piece of shit human threaten my baby girl.

Forcing her to pack her bags at the drop of a hat wasn’t ideal, but she left me no choice. I finished up the rest of my work and closed up my office. The ride back to my condo was swift, and I alerted my housekeeper earlier in the day that I’d be leaving town. Once home, it took less than an hour to pack, leaving me with time to spare, and I knew exactly where I wanted to spend it.

My driver headed toward South Shore, Stonebridge’s less appealing neighborhood. For the most part, the town of Stonebridge was picturesque in every way, except for where Olivia lived. I eyed the littered streets and demolished buildings as my car zoomed by. A group of men occupying a corner turned their heads in the car’s direction as we slowed, and it ground my gears that she had so little safety surrounding her. My car pulled up to her block and stopped in front of a building that looked like what nightmares were made of.

I spotted an abandoned rundown parking lot across the street and told my driver to move over there. Olivia lived in a two-story building, and from the looks of it, the window with the pink curtains and the cat nestled on the windowsill had to be hers. Apart of me felt like a creep for peering into her window as I waited for her to get ready, but then again, her safety was at stake, and who was I to ignore my sweet baby girl who was in trouble.

I got out of the car and perched my ass on the hood, binoculars in hand. She was so fucking cute, the way she trotted around in her purple bra and panties. She had no idea just how transparent her little curtains were. This is why I couldn’t let her go; she was too vulnerable. I’ve been battling with my emotions for the past 24 hours, and no matter what excuse I came up with against pursuing her, none of them were good enough. After six whole years of being alone, she’s the one who broke my spell. I didn’t bother telling Jasper because he would either call me crazy or chalk it up to me being horny and wanting a good fuck.

She disappeared into another room, and her cat stayed planted on the windowsill. Her street was almost pitch black due to the row of broken streetlights. She returned a few minutes later, holding a clear bowl of colorful cereal. She scooped a spoonful in her mouth and continued shoving items into what I believed was a suitcase of some sort. A cream-colored car pulled up behind her little hatchback, and a girl with long dark hair powered up the steps.

I relaxed my posture and slid my thumb across my bottom lip. The same girl appeared in her bedroom a few seconds later and grabbed the cat off the windowsill. They talked for a few minutes, and I focused on Olivia's reactions. Her arms flung out to her side, and a smile bigger than Texas spread across her face as she showed the girl something I couldn't quite make out. Witnessing her innocent actions made a tingle crawl down my spine. I folded my arms across my chest and let a lazy smirk spread across my lips.

Soon, I watched as her friend loaded the cat carrier into the backseat and then climbed into the driver's side of her vehicle. My attention sliced back to the window, and Olivia slipped on a t-shirt and jeans. She finished off her bowl of cereal by shoving two scoops past her lips as she walked out of her bedroom. My spine stiffened when a dark-colored car pulled up in front of her apartment. Being in the military, I learned the hard way to never ignore my gut, and my gut was telling me the car that just pulled up was trouble.

I signaled to my driver to kill the engine and told him to pop the trunk. I retrieved a switchblade from the inside pocket of my leather duffle and slid it into my back pocket before returning to the front of the car.

The driver's door opened, and a man climbed out. I could have kicked myself for not looking up her piece of a shit ex-boyfriend. The man paced back and forth, raking his hands through his hair as he looked up at Olivia’s window.

I had a good hunch that this man was Olivia's ex, and my blood boiled. The darkness that surrounded me concealed my identity, and once my hand landed on his shoulder, I swung him around and slammed his back into the brick wall of the apartment building.

“Looking for someone?” I spat.

He fought my resistance and attempted to reach in his pocket, but my forearm, conveniently resting on his windpipe, halted his movements. I knew guys like him. Guys who believed they were the best fucking thing since sliced bread and thought women were their personal punching bags.

He struggled against my hold. “Who the fuck are you?”

I eased in and let the corner of my mouth lift. “Your worst fucking nightmare.”

He struggled to breathe as his body started to tremble in my hold. I could have easily ended his life, and no one would know, but I wasn’t that man anymore. Still, making sure this asshole understood that he would be signing his death certificate if he ever contacted Olivia again didn’t escape me.

“A scar would look real nice down the side of your face.” I placed the cool steel to his cheek, and he whimpered. I enjoyed his constant struggle.

I opted to forgo the knife and made sure he felt the throbbing ache of my fist. Each blow was harder than the next, and I ensured he got the fucking message. He slithered to the ground like a broken doll, and a river of blood coagulated around his nose and lips. Unable to speak, he held out his hand in a plea, and I kneeled.

“Call Olivia again, and I promise you that’ll be the last call you make.”

I left him to ponder my promise and reached for my phone.

Aiden: My car is downstairs

Baby Girl: K

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