Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“Well, I guess I’d better come with you both then, seeing as I’m Anastasia’s manager.”
Before I can say anything to put him off, Selma is already grinning and jumping up from the table. “You have to see it, Cam, it’s bigger than my whole house. And the room service...” she sighs, biting into her bottom lip, and I nearly cum in my pants. It’s all I can do to take her hand and rush us out of the coffee shop rather than laying her over the table right there and then with everyone watching and eat her pussy to orgasm.
But when we get outside, I feel her cower, her body going tense at my side as she pulls away, trying to wriggle out of my grip. Looking around, I see what’s got her so scared: a man in clean but functional clothes, suspenders, his hair and beard neatly trimmed and a fierce look in his eyes.
“Papa, please...” I hear Selma plead.
This was going to happen today either way. Might as well be now. I draw in a deep breath, then begin. “Mr. Hoffner? My name is—”
He interrupts me scowling. “I know who you are. Get away from my daughter, you...you are the devil’s work.”
“Selma is an adult. She can decide her own life.”
He coughs out a laugh. “She’s a girl who’s lost her way. And you’ve led her astray.”
“She’s a woman,” Cameron and I speak in unison, and I’m impressed with his mettle. Standing up for his friend takes courage.
Her father shakes his head. “Selma, we’re leaving.”
“I don’t want to.” Selma’s hand squeezes harder into mine, and I squeeze back. “What are you even doing here?”
He narrows his eyes, and I can see he’s irritated that she’s talking back. How many times has she stood up for herself with him? Has she ever insisted on getting her own way?
“Did you think you could just do whatever you wanted, and nobody would find out? God knows, Selma. He sees everything. Has he seen you whoring yourself with this man or did I get here in time?”
His attitude makes me see red, and I step forward, ready to go into battle, but Selma pulls me back. She may be no match for me physically, but I’m hers in every way that counts. If she told me to go jump off a cliff, I’d do it without question.
“Watch your words if you know what’s good for you,” I warn, and step between him and Selma. I won’t let her be hurt like this, no matter what.
One of my bodyguards climbs out of the front of the limo, seeing the confrontation unfold. He looks ready to crack skulls, but I shake my head, and he stays put, watching.
“The school called me, telling me you’ve missed classes. You’re being tested, Selma.” Her father practically spits the words in his best preacher’s tone. “All that matters is Selma is coming with me. Right now. She’s my daughter, and none of you can stop me. She will not be coming back to this school. I will keep her soul safe if it’s the last thing I do.”
I fight to keep my voice level. “She already told you she doesn’t want to. If you respect her, you’ll turn around and go.”
Her father scoffs. “Get out of my way. You are no one to us.” He walks forward, and I feel Selma cower closer to me.
I shift myself again to get between them as her father comes within reach of her. His eyes are wild, possessed, heading straight for Selma. He doesn’t even blink.
I promised to protect her, and that’s what I’m going to do.
He’s right in front of us, and it’s clear I’m not going to move, he stops, but his voice is a low growl. “Get out of my way, outsider.”
“No. You have your answer. She’s not going with you.”
Before I can react to protect myself, he throws a punch at my face. He’s quick for a smaller man, and the punch lands a glancing blow on the side of my nose. It stings, but it’s not the first punch I’ve ever taken. From the schoolyard to the bar my parents owned, I’ve learned to hold my own.
“Papa, stop!” I hear Selma’s voice as my adrenaline surges, and I focus all my attention on her father.
When he takes the next swing, I’m ready and block it easily with my forearm. He yelps as his fist hits bone.
My bodyguard is running in our direction, but again, I shake my head. I’m not going to fight back, and I’m not going to have her father hurt. Except, if he lays a finger on Selma, he’ll find out just how much of an asshole I can be.
Rage twists his face, and I hear Selma shout at him to stop as he takes another shot at me. This time I duck and put a little pressure on his chest, pushing him back. I could do this all day now that I’m ready for his attacks, but Selma has other ideas.