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

I’m almost breathless. I realize it’s not the bed that’s shaking, it’s me. “Only you, Daddy, I belong to only you.”

“Mmm, my sweet, feisty, little Foxy, come for me.”

“Oh, God,” I scream as every cell in my body obeys him and I come so hard I pass out.

I collapse on my bed, sated as I’ve never been before in my life. Fuck, that girl is going to be the death of me and I’m going to welcome it when it comes. I’ve never been so turned on by such blatant defiance. Even when I thought she was a spoiled brat, talking back to her father, I was never turned on by that side of her before.

The look on her face when I scared her and when she ran away from me is one I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I never put there again. Having her that afraid of me nearly ripped out my… my what? My heart?

Fuck! What the fuck is she doing to me?

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I am jarred awake by the sound of a pounding on my bedroom door. I pull it open, shocked to see Sydney. She stands only for an instant before her knees give way and she falls to the floor, no longer having the door to hold her up.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, bending down to assist her. “Are you hurt?”

Brianna and Joe, having also heard the banging, come running to investigate and I stand to address them. I want them ready to assist her once I figure out what’s wrong. When they reach us, all they see is Sydney falling apart at my feet. It’s nothing like a submissive positioning, but they wouldn’t know that.

“What the hell, Tristan?”

Joe takes one look at us and I can see his imagination going wild. I’m sure he suspects that I’ve done something to her, and I have to rewind the night’s events in my head to double-check as I bend down again to help her. I’m sure she was fine when I left her.

What could have possibly happened in the few hours I left her alone safe in her bed sleeping that has resulted in her being this way?

Chapter Twenty-Four

“What the hell happened?” Joe demands an answer from me.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out,” I spit back at him as I attend to Sydney. “What’s wrong?” I ask her again. The Dom in me is retreating to the deep recesses of my mind at the sight of her lying crumpled on the floor. Looking her over, she doesn’t seem hurt, so I touch her back. She responds by reaching up and putting her arms around my neck. “Okay,” I say, holding her. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t believe this,” Joe says, looking at her, debating on if he should get in between us or not. His phone ringing stops him. “It’s not a good time,” he says, answering it. “Yeah, he’s in the middle of something. He can’t come to the phone. Yeah, she’s right here. Okay. Okay. Hold on.”

Sydney starts to shiver, so I pick her up and carry her to my bed, pulling my thick blankets over her suddenly too small frame, in hopes of warming her up.

“Sydney, talk to me. Let me help you,” I tell her. She shakes her head, unable to speak.

“Mom’s on the phone,” Joe says to me.

“I’ll call her back.”

“Yeah, I tried that, but she won’t listen. She says it’s important. Either talk to her now or she’s coming over here.”

“Sydney, I’ll be right back,” I tell her, taking Joe’s phone. I caress her hair to will her to calm down, but it has little effect.

“Brianna, will you stay with her?”

“Yes, go,” she says, taking my place at the bedside.

“Mom, now isn’t a good time.”

“I know, but this couldn’t wait. I was at a meeting with the hospital board of directors and something told me to go and check on Mr. Warren. How is Sydney doing?”

“Not good,” I answer. “I can’t get a word out of her. What’s happened?” Of course, this has something to do with her father. Why else would she be in hysterics?

“Tristan, he’s gone.”

“Are you sure? What happened?”

“From what I was able to get out of the nurse in charge, there was a complication that developed after the surgery.” Jesus Christ. “Sydney,” she says, her voice breaking. “The poor thing, I know exactly how she feels.”

“She’s beside herself with grief, Mom. I don’t know how to help her.”

“The only thing you can do is be there for her. They’re going to be very difficult days ahead for her, and she’s going to need your support.”

“C’mon, Mom, you know I’m no good at this. I couldn’t even help you when Dad died. I checked out.”

“That’s not true. You helped me immensely. You still do. You are good with Sydney, Tristan. I saw it when you were together. She knows your heart, just show it to her a little more. I know how difficult that is for you, but I know you can rise to the challenge and do it.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Your best is always enough. In the meantime, have your brother run down to the drugstore and get her something to help her sleep. Melatonin or a little Benadryl might work. At some point, she’ll exhaust herself and she’s going to need help to rest. Call me if you need anything, no matter the hour.”

“I will. Thanks, Mom.”

I’m on my way back to Sydney when I see Brianna rush out of the room to the kitchen, so I follow her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her as she rushes around.

“She asked for tea,” she tells me, pouring hot water in a teacup. “Joe’s sitting with her now.”

Thank fuck she is at least talking to them. She’s always been good at opening up to the two of them. Perhaps they are what she needs. I hate