Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel, Rebel Wild [top 10 most read books in the world .TXT] 📗

“That would imply that I’m her friend.”

“God forbid.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me?”

“Nope. I’m bored. I never knew how boring I was until I stopped using.”

“Speaking of which, you have a drug test coming up.”

“I know. I’m clean.”

“Let’s keep it that way this time. I’m sick of Mom crying about you.”

“Yeah, like she doesn’t cry about you. When did this become about me? I’m all good over here, so get off my ass.”

“Off,” I say, holding my hands up like I’m being arrested.

I walk away from him and go to my office to get some work done, knowing damn well I’m far from being in a working mood. I’m still trying to shake off Mom’s accusations toward Sydney and me. They hit a little too close to home. Thank God, she caught us kissing, or else I wouldn’t have been able to leave with her.

Of its own accord, my mind drifts to Sydney. She’s so damn unexpected. Never in a million years did I think she would respond to me as well as she does when we’re in the playroom. The first time she saw it, it took everything she had not to run. I had resigned myself to simply tying her up and teasing her. I never expected to be fucking her at this point, but damn, even if it ended up being just once, it would have been worth it.

I shake my head in anger at the situation she’s in. I had no choice but to use it to my advantage. When an opportunity presents itself to me, I take it. I didn’t get where I am today by not recognizing a good plea deal when it’s put on the table. I sure as hell wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers. Who the fuck am I kidding? Like it was as innocent as all that. I wanted her and I made it happen. I’m a bastard, but it’s not like she isn’t benefiting from this deal. When this is over, she’ll have her precious daddy back.

When this is over. Again, who am I kidding? My desire for her is far from over. Usually by the second fuck, my cock is bored and ready to move on, but not with her. Every time he sinks into her, it makes him want her more. It hasn’t even started to taper off yet. I need to find a way to extend the contract. I text April, the assistant district attorney assigned to Roger’s case, telling her to prepare for a possible delay. I’ll bury her father’s case in so much red tape it’ll take another year or two to dig him out. That should be more than enough time to get my little Foxy out of my system.

Just the thought of her name has my mind drifting back to the feel of her coming undone underneath me and I grow painfully hard. I shift in my seat and my pants scrape up against the nail marks she left on my ass. The feel of them catapults me out of my chair and I’m heading up the stairs to her room, wanting to be inside of her again.

I enter slowly, like a hunter happening upon his prey. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the light from the window, just enough for me to make her out. She is flat on her back with a look of contentment on her face as she sleeps.

I slip off my clothes and slide under her covers.

Her warm body is now tucked underneath mine.

“You have a big day tomorrow,” I whisper to her. Her eyes are still closed, but I know she’s awake. “I should let you sleep.”

“Mmm,” she moans when I kiss her lips. “But I’m not tired, Daddy.”

“Mmm, shit,” I say almost coming from her calling me that.

I growl in pleasure when her hands once again find my ass as I slide into her. I’m breaking all my rules for this bold little submissive, but right now, I just don’t seem to give a fuck.

Chapter Eighteen

“Shit,” I say, waking up from a deep sleep, one of which I can only get after spending hours perfecting the closing arguments of whatever mock trial I create in my head the nights my demons won’t leave me alone. I argue until my brain’s too fried to do anything else but shut down.

I glance over at the clock and it’s after seven. I never sleep this damn late. After fucking until we exhausted each other last night, I dragged my ass to my room and just barely made it to bed before I passed out. Here I am in the same damn position I went to sleep in. I didn’t even bother to get under the covers. Good thing I had enough energy to put on some boxer shorts. Bree would have gotten quite the view if she had come in here to wake me up for breakfast.

I don’t know what possessed me to seek Sydney out last night. Once I put my subs to sleep, I never disturb them. I sure as hell don’t creep into their beds in the middle of the night to fuck. All my fucking is reserved for the playroom. That’s the whole damn point of having it, but this girl has me doing it in the foyer and her bed. I grab my phone from the nightstand and text Mona. She needs to set up an emergency meeting with my therapist, Martin Maloney. I need to figure out why this girl has me doing things I would never in a million years thought I’d be doing before she came here. I can barely control my impulses when she’s next to me. Hell, I’m giving myself too much credit. I cannot control my impulses when she’s in my vicinity.

The aroma of bacon frying hits my nose and