Page 12 of Obsessed Daddy
Actually, that’s up for debate, my evil witch sister. If owning me feels like it did seconds ago, I’d gladly allow it… over and over again. It’s the first time my brain has shut off in months, years maybe. I was in the moment, living my life. That rarely happens.
“How did you know I was here?” I say, swallowing hard as I look toward her.
“I got up for a glass of water, checked my phone, and I had all these alerts from the tracker app that you were driving, so I checked to see where you were. Then, when you didn’t move for over an hour, I worried something happened.”
I forgot we share a tracker together with our mom. It was intended to keep an eye out for her as she got older. Then she insisted that I should join, given I’m single. At the time, it felt like a good idea. Right now, though, not so much. In fact, ifI hadn’t downloaded that stupid thing, I’d be inside that lake house right now getting nailed to the floor by a big, inked, growly giant.
“Come on.” My sister walks toward her Subaru, the headlights still on. “It’s late. I have a meeting in the morning.”
“I got over here on my bike, so I’ll ride back.”
“Your bike?” June hisses as a warm breeze pushes between us. “You rode your bike here in the middle of the night?”
“Yes! I didn’t want to make a scene.” I realize now that Clint and I got so distracted, he never really pressed as to why I was here.
I glance toward Clint, my heart squeezing the second I look up at him. “I’m sorry about all this, but, ugh, I should go.”
His dark gaze holds mine for a long moment. Long enough that I fear my sister will ask questions about it when we get into the car. “This isn’t over,” he growls. “This break-in is a serious offense.”
My sister scoffs as she says, “Oh please. She didn’t take anything or cause any damage, right?”
I should answer. I should move. I should back away from him and walk away for good.
It’s the right thing to do.
It’s the right thing, but also for some reason, the hardest.
Why does it have to feel so good to be in his orbit?
Swallowing hard, I glance down at the ground, then drag my gaze up again, following the lines of his hard chest, his bulging muscles, the dark shadows of his ink. “Sorry about tonight. Like I said, I was just confused, but I really should go now.”
He nods and crosses his big arms over his chest as though he’s unhappy with my decision.
I’m unhappy with it too. So unhappy that my stomach aches as I turn. I really don’t want to leave. My body is having aphysical reaction to it, but I have no choice. I can’t jump up into his arms and call him daddy. I can’t sneak back here again and play games. I did a thing,a nonsensical thing,and it’s over now.
“Well, that was weird. Why did you come out here in the middle of the night?” My sister groans as we walk down the dark shadowy driveway and into the road.
“I thought I could get inside while he was sleeping, get some pictures, and move on.”
“And what did you tell him when he asked?”
I can’t very well tell her that we lost track of that thread when he asked me to call him daddy and commanded me to touch myself. “I just pretended I was drunk.”
“You weren’t acting drunk,” she laughs before flicking on the high beams as we drive down the dark, shadowed road shrouded by pines. It’s not uncommon to come across a bear or a moose in the middle of the road this time of night.
I suck at lying.
I shrug and glance out the side window before fidgeting with her raspberry air freshener hanging from the vent. It’s the old Christmas tree kind with the bag half hanging off it to diffuse the smell. “I was, though.”
“I’m sure he’s onto all this. We should give it a break before you go back. Plus,” she shrugs, “I saw the way he was looking at me tonight. He totally wishes he had me back.”
I glance toward my sister in the very revealing nightgown. She’s beautiful, and, truthfully, side by side, there’s no competition. Her hair is silky, her skin is perfectly smooth, her body is trim and lean, and her eyes are a shade of blue I’m pretty sure was reserved for the sky.
I’m none of those things. In fact, I might be the exact opposite of those perfect features.
I gulp down a breath. “Do you wish he wanted you back?”
“I don’t have to wish,” she laughs before taking the turn at the corner. “He knows he does. I could see it all over him.”
