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Panic grips my chest, and it feels like my heart is being torn out.

My reason for living, my reason for coming home, is being ripped away from me.

What the hell?

A horn blaring pulls me from my thoughts, so I stride toward the window. My eyes latch onto the douche with the huge white smile, and a wave of sickness rolls through me. Immie approaches the car with an enthusiastic wave, then bends, and in slow motion, her lips get a hairbreadth from his, and a furious red haze takes over me.

Has she kissed him?

Is this how she knows about blow jobs? Has she…has she touched him?

Has he touched her?

If she thinks I’m standing for this, my little nightmare really has no idea who she’s dealing with. It’s about time I reminded her who owns her and who her daddy is.

CHAPTER NINE

JENSEN

Three hours later, I’m no calmer than I was when the punk picked her up for swim practice. Nope, I’m even worse. From across the pool, it’s blatantly obvious the shithead has a crush on my girl, and with the way she bats her thick lashes at him, I’d say the feeling is pretty damn mutual.

My fists pump beside me.

It’s not until Immie catches sight of me that my fury ebbs. Her smile lights up her face, then she says something to the punk before heading my way.

I admire her body, and mine comes alive with what I see.

Immie is a stunning girl, always has been, but she’s transformed into a young woman, a very attractive, sultry young woman, given the way her hips sway as she struts toward me.

As soon as I’m within reach, she throws her arms around my neck. “Daddy!” She usually calls me that in the presence of Amanda to rile her, and for the first time ever, my cock seems to like the sound of it on her lips.

I quickly unfurl her arms from around my neck and grab the towel from her bag to wrap it around her shoulders. There’s no way in hell I want anyone seeing her half naked longer than necessary.

“You’re soaked.” I smile, then wince. “I mean, you drenched my T-shirt.” I tug on my T-shirt, and she pouts.

“I’m sorry. You can spank me later.”

My eyes widen, and I almost choke on my tongue, but Immie’s expression carries a mask of innocence as she looks around the pool like she didn’t just tell me to spank her ass. Okay, so not those words exactly, but she sure as hell implied them.

Her toned ass from earlier flashes in my mind. Holy fuck, that’s hot.

“I think Katherine Holmes is one to watch. She’s on a mission to snag the top spot on the team next year.” She points toward someone in the swimming pool, but my focus remains on her previous words.

Does she even understand what she’s saying?

Then she spins on the balls of her bare feet. “Why are you here?”

My eyes snap to hers, and a smile plays on her lips.

“I mean, Brett was okay to take me home.” She throws her thumb over her shoulder, toward the kid whose attention remains locked on her ass, and his presence causes my teeth to clench.

“I wanted to see you swim.” I tell her the half-truth because the actual truth is too much for me to admit right now.

“I’m pleased you came.” She bends down beside me, brushing against my leg, and grabs her bag. “I need to go change.” All I can do is nod as she straightens, and I suppress the groan at her being so close to me that her vanilla scent invades my senses. A vision of her on her knees before me hits me in the groin.

Jesus fuck, Jensen, get it together.

I can’t be lusting after Immie.