Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Fine,” I sigh. “Fine. You’re right, Mom. I’ll apologize to Larry.”
“Good,” she says, and I can almost hear the satisfied grin cracking her perfect makeup. “You know I love you, sweetheart.”
“Love you too, Mom,” I say through gritted teeth. I love her, but sometimes… “I’ve gotta go…”
I let out a deep sigh, just hoping this day doesn’t get any worse.
CHAPTER 8
Scotch
“Yeah. Good lunch,” I remark dryly, looking around the dark paneling covered with oil paintings of old white guys, wondering if maybe my father is on the down low after all.
He bought this monster of an old Tudor when I was still living with Mom. He basically stole it from a business partner who wasn’t good at reading fine print. He put this house in the contract as collateral but what Dad put in was a clause that in essence, ruined the business and the house went to pay off the debts. The house was worth more than the business or the assets.
Who was one of the biggest investors? Yeah, one of my dad’s other companies who then, surprise, took the house.
He’s shrewd and a sociopath.
The whole meal has been a disaster with Lula’s mom making her take the brunt of responsibility for us kissing on the dance floor the other night.
I came to her defense, but Deidre was cotton candy sweet to me.
Who the fuck cares? When she basically strong armed her into apologizing to Larry who could give a shit, I nearly came out of my chair.
The latest cook he hired comes in to clear our plates and I can’t sit here another second. Lula’s been sitting across from me trying to be polite, wearing this sexy as fuck sky blue dress that matches her eyes. It’s snug on top, showing off her hard nipples through the fabric and loose enough on the bottom I’m going to have no problem getting under there where I better find no panties.
After she finally clicked off the call last night in her sleep, I texted her about a hundred times. One of them was telling her no panties at lunch.
Glancing my way now and then making out like what happened at the club was just an act we put on.
Fucking act is right. An act I’m going to follow up every day for the rest of my fucking life. I just need to get things settled with Larry, separate out our business entanglements and find my own way. A new way. A way that doesn’t include a trail of destruction behind me.
“It’s so nice to have you here.” Deidre smiles at me. “I want us to be a family.”
Family. Does she even know the man that she married?
“Yeah, well, then I want to show Lula what the family home is like. Dad…” He shoots me an odd look because I’ve not called him Dad for years. “Lula’s never seen a house quite like this. I want to give her the grand tour. Show her what hard work can do.”
“Good idea,” he says, smug and arrogant. “Show her the Rembrandt.”
“Sure will.” I nod toward Lula, who thanks Larry and nods at her mother as she follows me out of the dining room and into the hallway where I grab her hand and press her against the wall, crushing my lips to hers.
“Wait,” she whispers when I give her a second for air. “They’re going to see us.”
“I don’t give a rat’s shit who sees us. You’re my girl. I want everyone to know.”
“Please, not yet. Just…” She’s pleading. “Just, show me around like you said, okay?”
“You’re in charge, huh? Think you’re going to distract me and get your way?”
She nods as I grab her hand and start down the hall to the back stairs.
“Always, Daddy.”
That word feels like I should go to hell for all the feelings it brings up but whatever. If I’m in hell with Lula calling me Daddy, so be it. That’s heaven for me.
I reach around and smack her ass, watching her clap a hand over her mouth to muffle the yelp.
“You’re going to get us caught, aren’t you?” She giggles as I open a door at the end of the hall and lead her inside the elevator.
“Elevator?” Her wild blue eyes twinkle.
“Lots of little secrets in this house.”
She scrunches up her nose and her freckles are so fucking hot.
I tug her forward loving how she looks up at me, resting her chin on my chest while her hands find my shoulders.
I reach around and grab her ass cheeks. “You have a killer ass.”
Her eyes widen, the pupils taking up more space. “There’s a lot of it to go around.”
“I’ll take it all. I’m going to use it too, you know.” I give her a swack as she inhales. “Lots of ways. I’m going to turn it red with my hand, dry hump it while you’re doing the dishes, spit on that little hole and fuck you while you tell me, harder, Daddy, harder.”