Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Tears ran down her cheeks. Fuck, he hated when she cried.
“Come here, baby. Come on.” He drew her into his arms and then carried her into the living room. He grabbed his phone and Wally on the way. Then he sat on the sofa with her pressed against him. He just held her until her sobs died and the shaking ceased.
“Baby,” he said in a low, broken voice. Fuck, he hated when she cried.
“I’m all right.” She clasped Wally close.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said firmly.
“I am. I just . . . that threw me. All this time, I didn’t think it was anyone who meant me harm. But I just . . . I don’t understand because I thought my stalker must have been around for years and I only started talking to him a few months ago.”
“He might have been following you well before he got up the nerve to engage with you.”
“Oh, you’re right. I didn’t think of that.”
He reached over to grab a tissue from the side table and cleaned her up.
“I feel like a fool.”
“Stop that. Or you will be writing more lines than the ones you already have to do.”
She pouted. “So mean.” While she sounded more like herself, he could see the turmoil in her eyes. “Daddy, you should go get ready for work.”
“I’m going to call in sick. I’ll call Stone and tell him not to come.”
“No, Daddy! You can’t do that!”
“Sure, I can. I’m going to do it right now.”
She shook her head and placing Wally down, she turned in his lap to cup his face between her hands. “No, Daddy. The people at the hospital need you. I’m fine.”
“You are not fine. And I wouldn’t be able to work worrying about you anyway.”
She nibbled at her lip.
“I want to be here with you. We’ll have a Daddy/Little Greer day. We’ll do some drawing, watch some cartoons, and eat ice cream.”
“You had me at cartoons, but you sold it with ice cream.”
He grinned.
“Can we also play ride ’em cowboy?”
“What is that?”
“It’s where you pretend to be a horsie and I’m the cowboy. Yee-ha!”
“Let me make a few calls, and then you can explain that more to me.” He sent a text off to Stone and Ink before calling into the hospital. When he returned to the living room, she was staring off into the distance and he could tell she was still obsessing over that asshole.
“I’ve got some good news.”
She gasped and turned, her hand on her chest. Fuck.
“Sorry, Ladybug. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, that’s okay. I was dreaming. What is it?”
“Your car is ready. Razor is going to have one of his boys drop it off this afternoon.”
“That’s good timing since Aidan gets back tomorrow.”
It had taken a while because he’d asked Razor to find someone to basically rebuild the whole thing and make it as safe as possible for her.
“Shit, that’s right. Were you going to pick them up?”
“Uh-huh.”
“We’ll need to arrange for someone else to get them.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t want you leaving the house.”
“But I really want to see them. Can’t Stone come with me?”
“I still don’t like it, baby girl.”
“I’ll be super careful and wait out in the car with Stone. Please, Daddy.”
“I’ll talk to Ink about it. Now, why don’t you tell me more about this game of yours.”
“Oh, goody. So, what you do is you get on your hands and knees, and then I climb on your back and ride you like a cowboy. Yee-ha!”
“All right, but if you slap my ass, then I get to do the same back to you.”
“You’re on, Daddy!”
She wasn’t sure that she’d ever had a better day. Well, the start of it could have used some work. But the rest of it was kind of magical. Hack had basically let her do whatever she liked.
She’d had him pose in just his jeans while she sketched him. Then, to give her eyes a rest, they’d made popcorn and watched a movie. Halfway through the movie, she’d gotten sleepy and had convinced him to let her suckle on his cock while she lay alongside him in her nest.
She’d even fallen asleep.
But then, it began to fall apart. And it had started with Razor delivering her car.
She stared at the car in confusion. It looked like her car. It was the same color and shape as her car.
But that’s where the similarities ended.
“What did you do to my car?” she demanded with her hands on her hips.
“Um.” Razor glanced over at Hack. “You might want to talk to Hack about that.”
She narrowed her gaze at him as Razor hastily left, a big smile on his traitorous ass.
“Well, Daddy?”
His gaze grew stern. “Watch your tone, Little girl.”
“Nuh-uh, you’re not going to distract me. What did you do?”
“I did what was needed to keep you safe,” he replied arrogantly.