Page 160 of Daddy's Trust
That must have been so hard for him. And she didn’t know what to say to make him feel better.
“You did what you thought was right,” she told him, typing it out. “And I’m sure that she knows that now. I’m sure she never stopped loving you either.”
“Yeah, I guess so. I also wish I’d been there for Greer. She was attacked by her boyfriend. Aidan beat him up and was charged with assault. When I found out, I sent a . . . a friend to watch over Greer. He took things a little seriously, let’s say, and helped her out in more ways than I thought he would, which I am grateful for. But poor Greer thought she had some sort of helpful stalker.”
Her eyes widened. Oh, no, poor Greer.
“I just feel guilty that I was never here for them when they’d always been there for me. That’s why I’m glad I’m back here, so I can help them as much as possible.”
“Does that help, including giving Hack a hard time for being Greer’s fiancé?”
He grinned. “Got to make up for lost time. I’m just worried that one day I’ll get moved on, and I’ll have to say goodbye to them again. I mean, at least this time, they’ll know I’m alive. They’ll know where I am. But it’s hard having someone else call those sorts of shots for you.”
“You think Bonnie would make you move?”
“Not Bonnie. But if her stepbrother wanted her back in Mexico, then we’d probably go too.”
Oh, well, that would really suck. It must feel like he wasn’t in control of his life at all. Was that part of the reason why he enjoyed being in control of her?
It made sense. It wasn’t really about her. She was a convenient outlet for his need to be in control.
Not that she thought he was being mean or anything. It just was what it was.
“What shall we do now? We could watch a movie and eat some lunch that I can reheat.”
She nodded. Zoning out and watching a movie actually sounded perfect.
“You needto eat some more, Little Stowaway,” Cash said to her as she set down her sandwich. She’d barely touched it or her soup.
They’d turned a movie on and were sitting up in bed watching it. But something felt a bit off about it all, as though she was pulling away from him.
Before, when she’d physically flinched back it had hurt, he’d been worried that he’d upset her by showering her.
“Not feeling that hungry.”
At least she was fully resting her throat now. He wasn’t sure if that was due to the spanking, or something else. She shifted around on her bottom.
“Is your bottom sore?” he asked. “Is that why you don’t feel like eating?”
Shit. Had he pushed her too far?
His downfall was acting without thinking. Believing that he knew everything. But that had led to mistakes that he couldn’t take back, and he was determined not to do that again.
She shook her head. “No, of course not. It’s fine. I’m all right. Just not hungry.”
“How about if Daddy feeds you?” he asked.
She gave him a surprised look. “You’d want to do that?”
“Of course I do. I want to do as much as you’ll let me. I’ve told you that’s what makes me feel good, being in control, making the decisions. Although I might be fucking them all up.”
“You’re not,” she told him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it firmly. “Honestly, you’re not. You’re perfect.”
He snorted. “I’m far from perfect, baby girl. Come on, eat a couple more bites for Daddy,” he told her. “Do you want me to do a choo-choo train? How about a flying jet? Oh, I could do a sandwich riding on the back of a tiger. Grr, grr.”
She let out a giggle, and he smiled. He loved it when she was happy.
A knock on the door had them both looking over. “You guys need to come out. Ink’s here,” Ralen called out.
