Page 87 of I.S.O Daddy

But after he explained what happened with his ex, she understood his reaction. And she felt awful for him. And wanted to kill his ex.

Who would ever even think of cheating on Jett? He was incredible. He was everything she’d ever wanted—dominant, tall, kind, attractive…a Daddy. It hadn’t felt right calling him that since he told her not to, though. She knew he hadn’t meant it, but when he said,“Don’t,”something inside her broke. Just a little sliver, but it was enough to hurt.

Really freaking bad.

And she didn’t like it. Didn’t like this unknown feeling she had in her tummy. She liked waking up every day knowing Jett was there for her, was her Daddy, was her man. But now, after everything…it felt different.

She didn’t know how to fix it, and judging by his silence, he didn’t know how to either.

They pulled up to his house, and he shut the truck off, but didn’t move. Tense silence filled the cab as he stared ahead, and unease swirled in her belly. Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to leave her car at the shop. Maybe she should’ve brought it so she could leave.

Not that she wanted to leave, but what if he didn’t want her anymore? What if this awkwardness stayed forever? What if what happened at the shop ruined everything?

“I ordered a few things for you,” he said suddenly. Her mouth felt dry as she looked at him. “They were delivered today.”

“You didn’t have to buy me anything,” she told him gently, but he just shook his head.

“I wanted you to be comfortable here…” He trailed off, still staring at his house.

Was he regretting that now?

She watched as he slid from the truck and walked around it. She knew not to get out on her own, that he’d help her down. But now that things felt so weird between them, was that rule still in place?

Were any of her rules still in place?

Was he still Daddy?

She shuddered, remembering the way he’d spat the word at her, accusing Wes of being her Daddy, too. How could he think that?

The door opened, and she forced herself to stop reliving those moments, the words. She stared up at him, feeling unsure. He usually just grabbed her and lifted her down, but he hesitated.

He hesitated.

He didn’t want her anymore. She was sure of it. He just didn’t know how to get rid of her.

Then she’d stupidly fainted, and now he felt obligated to take care of her. Maybe it would be better if she just left him instead. Save them both the pain and trouble of dragging this out any longer.

Reaching past her, he undid her seatbelt and held his hand out. She stared at it, swallowing thickly as she slid her palm against his. Carefully, she jumped out, landing heavily on the ground.

“You okay?” he asked, and she nodded, not wanting to tell him that landing on the hard ground kind of really hurt her ankles. His throat bobbed, his dark eyes on hers, before he nodded and looked away.

He kept his hand wrapped tightly around hers as he led her to the front door and inside. Once she was in, he helped settle her on the couch before he went back outside to gather the mail. And boy, he wasn’t kidding about buying her stuff. It was way more than a few things.

He was completely weighed down with boxes and bags, and her breath caught. She couldn’t remember ever getting that much stuff all at once. Not even for her birthday or Christmas. One or two big gifts, a card, that was it. Maybe a few smaller items, but nothing like this.

“You don’t have to open it all now,” he said gruffly. “Some of it’s for Big Abbie, some is for Little Abbie. But everything is for you.”

Her gaze flitted from one box to the next, taking everything in. She didn’t know where to start. What she really wanted to do was dive straight into the pile like it was a pile of leaves, but she still felt weird. Reserved.

Instead, she grabbed the closest thing to her and opened it. She gave Jett a shy smile as he sat on the other end of the couch, watching. “Go on,” he said gently. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and ripped the bag apart.

Her mouth fell open. His head fell back as he laughed, the sound making that anxiety she’d had since the shop unfurl a bit.

“Jett!” she cried, throwing the box at him. “What is that thing?!”

“You don’t know?” He lifted the box, looking through the clear plastic, then at her. “It’s for your ass.”

Yeah, she knew that.

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