Page 53 of Possessing Paisley
I laugh and tap her on the nose. “Brat. Let’s go home. I’m going to have our on-call doctor meet us there.”
“I don’t need a doctor.”
“You don’t have a choice, Little girl. And if you want to argue about it, I can start keeping tallies now of how many spankings you’ll be owed once you’re healed.”
The look of death she shoots me is adorably vicious, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, as soon as I get into the driver’s seat, she reaches across and grabs my hand like it’s her anchor. It’s a small thing, but it’s exactly the reassurance I need right now.
“Hey, John, it’s Kieran Roche.”
“Uh, hey, Kieran. What can I do for you?”
John knows if I’m calling him on his personal cell after working hours, something’s wrong. I can hear the tremble in his voice.
“There was a situation at the firm tonight. I’m going to need to do a few things there overnight, so give everyone the day off tomorrow.”
The older man is silent for only a quick breath. “Of course. Is everything okay? Paisley?”
I glance over to the counter. My girl is sitting with our on-call doctor. “She’ll heal. Chuck will not, and he will no longer be reporting for work after today. Nor will his son Adam.”
“Right. Right. Whatever you need, Kieran. You know I trust you.”
It’s one of the reasons I work with John. He knows who I am and what I do. It’s also helpful that when someone started stalking his daughter in college, we took care of it for him.
“I’ll be hacking into your security system to delete all footage of what happened. And Paisley will not be at work until at least Monday.”
“Fuck,” John says quietly. “Kieran, this is my fault. I was going to fire Chuck on Friday. My HR department was making sure we had absolutely everything we needed so he wouldn’t receive a pension from us.”
I grind my jaw together and glance at my girl again. “Don’t blame yourself, John. Chuck is at fault. Not you. Not me.
Not her guard.”
“Well, whatever you need, you know I’ll help however I can.”
“Thanks, man. I gotta take care of Paisley, but I’ll send you some details about their launch party this weekend if you want to come to support them.”
“I’d love that. Bye, Kieran.”
Paisley is exhausted. She’s barely holding herself up by leaning on Chloe’s shoulder.
“I need to take your shirt off so I can take a look at your injuries,” Dr. Brady says.
“The fuck you will!” I roar so loudly that both girls startle. “You can lift the back of her shirt to look at her, but you’re not getting my girl topless.”
Grady and Bash stroll in, and Grady slaps me on the back.
“Dude, chill. Brady isn’t trying to get her topless. He’s trying to treat her injuries,” Grady says. “Sorry, Doc. Kieran’s a bit psycho when it comes to his girl. Although now that I think of it, he’s just fucking psycho.”
I glare at both men. “She’s not taking her shirt off.”
Paisley reaches for me, her fingers gliding over the back of my hand. “Daddy.”
It’s that one simple word that turns me into her gentle beast. Brady must think he’s safe since my focus is on her, and he lifts the back of her shirt, getting Grady’s help to hold it.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“I love you too.”
When she lets out a hiss, I straighten and step toward the doctor. “What the fuck are you doing? You’re hurting her!” I shout.