Page 55 of Problems

"What the hell is your problem? You know Daddy's are supposed to be nice, right?"

He shrugged. "I'm not nice. Never said I was." He squirted more water at me and dodged my fist. "Besides, you'd be bored if I were another Ronan. You need someone who's not going to treat you like breakable glass. No, you need someone who's willing to break you and smile while doing it."

A shiver racked down my spine.This goddamn guy.No matter how much I wanted to deny Cian, my cock throbbed and my hole clenched. So maybe I liked that he was rough around the edges. I wouldn't want more than one Ronan, there was no one like him. And I wouldn't want another Finnian; I would never be done cleaning. Cian gave me a break from the hovering and I could breathe a bit more except for when he looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

Like now.

"Don't look at me like that," I muttered as I snatched away the water bottle.

"Like what?"

"With that dirty look on your face."

Cian stepped closer to me. "You love it."

I nervously tried to drink some water. Instead, it splashed out, dribbled down my mouth, and tried to choke me as I squeezed too hard. I choked as I tried to regain my composure.

Great. I look like a total dork in front of him!

Cian grabbed the bottle and tilted my chin up. He placed the bottle between my lips and squeezed. I expected another joke or for him to splash me in the face. Instead, he held the bottle for me while I gazed up at him in awe. Right when I thought I had him figured out, Cian did something that I couldn't explain. He was a mystery.

When I pulled back, I burped. Cian chuckled.

"Nice one," he said.

My cheeks heated. "I can do much better than that." I glanced around quickly. "But I shouldn't. If Ronan hears he'll lecture me about manners."

Cian shook his head. "I will never understand that man and you two together."

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"The Ronan I knew was way different," he said. "That man can take someone out before they even know they're being watched. He was almost as good as me when he trained to be a reaper. Almost," he pointed out. "No one can beat me."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure Daddy, whatever you say." I paused. "Did Ronan really train to be a reaper?"

Cian shrugged. "Your father took him and said he needed a bodyguard. It came out of the blue. Just like that he was gone and became your personal maid and ass wiper."

"Ronan has never wiped my a-butt!"

"Sure, yeah. Whatever you say, princess."

I ignored him, but I couldn't stop trying to picture Ronan as a reaper. He was the one that averted his eyes if I walked into a room half-dressed. The person that insisted I ate my vegetables and took a shower every night so I wouldn't have to do it in the morning when I was half asleep and cranky. He cut up my food, tidied my room, followed me around endlessly.Is Cian sure it's my Ronan?No matter how hard I tried to picture it I came up blank.

I shook my head. That was too confusing to think about.

"Daddy Cian?"

"Hmm?" He asked as he sucked down a sports drink.

"Did I do good at training today?"

He removed the bottle and wiped his mouth. "Meh."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why can't you be nice for even a minute?"

Cian stepped so close to me I moved back on instinct. "Is that what you want? For me to be different?" he asked. "You've said that before. I ain't changin' who I am for no one, so get that outta your thick head now."

I blinked. "Wow," I muttered. "That accent really leaps out when you're mad."

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