Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
But Sarena could give her that. She would take care of her in ways I couldn’t. There was only one problem. I wanted to fuck her hard until she couldn’t think straight. I wanted to hear her call me Daddy in all kinds of dirty ways. I wanted her over my knee as I slapped her ass and touched her pussy until she came hard on my fingers. The vision of her on her knees, her pretty face covered in my cum, consumed me. Night after night, I’d been holed up in my bathroom, jerking my cock and picturing her lips wrapped around it. I wanted her, but I couldn’t have her, and it was driving me insane.
But no matter how intoxicated I was with this woman, I couldn't afford to lose her presence in Emme’s life. I’d already jeopardized everything with a kiss.
I had to play it smart from here on out. I couldn’t give her the wrong impression or lead her on—hell only knew what it would take to undo the damage I’d already done in that regard.
“Mr. Vaughn? Your family is here to see you.”
Shock stiffened my muscles. “Let them in, Ms. Weaver. Thank you.”
Emme came charging through my office door a minute later, clutching her lunchbox in her tiny hands. “Seebas! You forgot lunch,” she pouted. “Rena and I made it. I said gummy bears and peanut butter, but Rena said no!”
I caught Emme as she shuttled into my waiting arms and swung her into my office chair. She cheered and wrapped her arms around my neck, making my heart twist at the innocence of her love for me. Emme didn’t want anything from me other than me. A child’s love for a parent was unconditional and pure.
“Nice to see you, Emme.” I took the carefully wrapped chicken Kiev from her, thanking them again for making it for me this weekend. For the first time in my life, I’d had hot dinners to heat up for lunch instead of the same old corner takeout place. “When I eat lunch, I’ll think of you and Sarena making this for me.”
Emme beamed eagerly, jumping from my lap and stepping over to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the park.
I walked up to Sarena. She needed to know where we stood, that I was her boss and she was my employee. “I appreciate your concern for my health, but you can’t just drop in like this. I should be in a meeting right now. You're lucky it was canceled.”
The happiness in Sarena’s eyes faded, and I felt every bit the asshole I was. I wanted to bloody my face and bust my nose to show her I didn’t mean a word I’d said. But none of that mattered because the two of us were impossible. To keep Sarena safe and Emme happy, I had to fire shots.
“I’m sorry. I thought—”
“You shouldn't have thought anything.” My eyes were on Emme across the room as I growled under my breath, “I didn’t hire you to take care of me. Jesus, you’re only the nanny—not my wife.”
Sarena’s eyes flashed with anger before she forced a smile and called to Emme.
The little girl ran full tilt to her and wrapped herself around Sarena’s legs. “Ready!”
“Great.” She turned her glare at me. “Seebass has to work, and we have a swimming lesson scheduled at the aquatic center, don’t we?”
Defeat sank me.
“Bye-bye, Seebas!” were the last words I heard as Sarena shut the door behind them.
Annoyance vibrated through me that she hadn’t said sorry or thank you. Hell, I hated not seeing her eyes one last time before she left the room.
And I hated myself even more for forcing her out like I had.
I deserved a #1 Asshole award.
I didn't understand why she fit so easily into my life and how she seemed to fill my missing pieces perfectly. It was like she knew what Emme and I needed before we did.
I’d prided myself on living a clean life. No complications, no explanations, just work. I wanted to build a legacy to ensure I’d never be destitute again. I wanted to ensure Emme would be comfortable until her dying day. Sarena Brooks complicated everything. She’d bulldozed into my life and chipped away at my cold, distant heart.
I shook my head, more frustrated than ever with how she wrapped around my thoughts and refused to let go.
“I want the best for Emme, and the best for Emme is her, not me. Fuck, I can’t forget that.” I mumbled to myself, flipping my pen sideways with agitation. “Why the fuck does she make it so hard to forget that?”
I settled myself back behind the desk, adjusting myself with a little shame at the way she made my cock twitch whenever she was in the room. I gritted my teeth, forcing thoughts of that woman from my head as I rifled through the folders stacked on my desk. But no matter how hard I tried, all I could picture was her delicate form under me, sweet and sweaty and begging me to fuck her harder.