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He steps back, putting a foot of distance between us, and that’s when he notices the black cotton shorts I’m wearing. If you can even call them shorts. They are just barely more material than the boy shorts panties I wear, but they are comfortable and perfect to sleep in.
His eyes travel down to where my feet rest against the beige carpeting of my bedroom, and my black painted toenails are curled just slightly into the floor, waiting for what happens next.
It happens so fast I couldn’t even pinpoint what set him off, but maybe it wasn’t one thing but a culmination of things.
“Grab whatever the fuck shit you need immediately and let’s fucking go. You aren’t staying here. Your ass is moving home. This fucking hovel is no longerhome,” he sneers as he says the word which sets me off. My fear from earlier long forgotten.
“Excuse you? My apartment isn’t a hovel. It’s perfect for me and just because someone broke in, which I might add can literally happen anywhere and everywhere, doesn’t mean I live somewhere inherently unsafe. If I remember correctly, before I even leased this apartment you came and looked at it, so spare me your bullshit because you were just as afraid as I was earlier.” I end my tangent stomping away back to the bathroom.
The truth is, I’m not against going and staying the night at my dad’s house. Frankly, I need to after tonight because there’s no way I can stay here, especially not if my front door has been compromised. I grab a travel bag from the bathroom closet and throw some of my makeup in there, along with toiletries for the morning, and stomp back out and past the stoic mountain in the middle of my bedroom.
Pulling open my dresser, I throw in random items of clothing that I’ll piece an outfit out of tomorrow before pulling on some leggings and socks. No way is he going to let me leave here in my shorts and as much as I would love to fight with him any other time, I don’t have the energy.
Zipping up my bag I turn, “I’m coming with you tonight, but I want it noted that it’s under formal protest. And it’s only for tonight until I can call and get my locks changed and the door fixed. You didn’t win anything.” He tries to hide the smug look on his face, and all I hear is ahmm.
I walk out of the bedroom, and I hear him strolling behind me as I look around my front room. Things are moved and out of place, and I see my laptop by the front door instead of the kitchen island. It really was the only valuable thing in here, and I wonder why they left it behind. I must have said the last part out loud because I hear my dad’s voice in my ear.
“Oh no, they had it in hand, but let’s just say McKenna caught them in action andconfiscatedit for you. Now let’s go, wildcat. It’s damn near four in the morning, and we both need to try to get a couple more hours of sleep before doing anything else.” He guides me by the small of my back, and we walk out of the apartment building, and I see his black Aston Martin Vantage at the curb.
He shuffles me into the passenger seat, throwing my bag into the back before rounding the vehicle and getting inside.
He starts the car before reaching over and gripping my leg.
“Let’s go home.” As if that phrase is a magical incantation, my body fully relaxes into the soft buttery leather of my seat, and we drive off.
Everything else can wait until tomorrow.
CHAPTER13
MAVERICK
The last couple of days have been a supreme test of my patience and strength, but necessary for my own mental health. There’s no way I could let my daughter go back to her apartment, regardless of whether all the shit she popped off about was accurate. My mouth was flying off the handle, running on sheer terror, replaying my phone ringing and her voice, quiet and demure, calling me Daddy and telling me someone was in her place.
She put up a fight that first day, but after I called up a couple of the guys that work at Onyx and had all of her shit moved home and her lease broken, she couldn’t say fuck else. I wasn’t asking, and it wasn’t an option. She was bringing her ass where I could watch out for her. It wasn’t without some fucking compromise on my part. She conned me into letting her work the bar at Onyx, and with my need to keep eyes on her at all times, she had me by the balls with that one. If she was at the club bartending, my crew would keep an eye on her when I couldn’t and, of course, the cameras catch everything. She was infinitely safer there than anywhere else.
Which fucking brings me to right now. Sunday fucking dinner. One goddamn week since the shit hit the fan and set me up. No fucking manicotti this time. I won’t be cooking that anytime soon. The thought of it instantly transporting me.
October is leaning against the countertop to look at me. Seemingly innocent except for the way she bites her lip and the way she drags her eyes up and down, as if she’s undressing me.
“What’s up, old man? What are you gonna put deep into my belly tonight?” Crack. The wooden spoon I was holding just splintered and broke in half. Filthy fucking thoughts swarm through my head about fucking myself so deep into her that it’ll feel like I’m in her stomach.
“Uh, Dad. You okay there or are you going to moonlight as a vampire slayer and need little mini stakes?” Fucking smart mouth.
“Fine. Just wasn’t paying enough attention. We’re having creamy lobster linguine. You want to help me out by making a salad to go with?” I ask her without turning back around to look at her. I feel her move from around the counter that’s between us, and she’s so fucking close when she reaches up to grab the salad bowl from the cupboard above my head. I can feel her breasts pressed against my back, but it’s the way her voice all soft and wispy says, “Mm. I love cream sauce,” that causes all reasonable thought to leave me.
I drop the fragmented wood from my hand and spin around, sliding my hands into her hair and tugging her until no space exists between us. Bending my head until our lips are a hair’s breath apart, “Quit fucking testing me, October Leigh, before I bend you over my knee and spank the fuck out of this ass. You’ve been walking around in these short shorts with your ass cheeks spilling out and these tight tank tops showing every dip and curve I want to run my hands and tongue over. I want to sink my teeth here, and here, and here.” I punctuate each one by running the pads of my fingers over her throat, the swell of her breasts, and the top of her ass.
There’re so many other places I want to bite, but I don’t trust myself to touch them just to prove my point. She’s barely breathing as it is and if I get any closer to her pussy, I’m going to drop to my knees right here and wrap these strong thighs around my head until I’m the one that can’t breathe.
“Cat got your smart little tongue now? Don’t want to part these and say some other thinly-veiled innuendo?” I drag the thumb from my other hand down her full lips, watching as they slowly disengage, and I can feel her panting as it ghosts across my skin.
“You’re panting like a bitch in heat. I know you want me. I’ve felt it every day since you’ve been home. Your lust is clouding your vision and once the haze of it all leaves you, all you’ll feel is regret. I won’t be one of your great regrets in life. There is nothing in this world that I would allow to come between us, not even ourselves. So, every reason you’ve conjured up is moot. It really is simple, baby. I fucking love you too much to be the one that destroys you.” I seal my mouth to hers, giving myself one more taste of arsenic before I pull back and let every part of me leave her.
I feel the loss immediately. I’m not a fucking idiot and knew that what I felt for her was more than the typical deviant lust that fills me as I act out anything my wicked heart desires. I weaponise my body to protect my heart, and anything more with October would ruin me. I would ravage her and drag her down to the pits of sin with me and not feel bad about it, and this is why I have to draw the line in the sand.
She’s going to buck up against me; I can feel it in the air between us. Her eyes lock onto mine and whatever she sees must have her reconsidering, because all she does is nod before stepping back and moving to the opposite side of the kitchen. No more words are spoken as we quietly put the rest of dinner together before carrying everything to the dining room.
We sit down to eat, and I’m prepared for an awkward, silent dinner to commence, but thankfully, she starts talking about Justina’s latest girl drama and intersperses with her latest update on job searching. I feel bad that she hasn’t gotten an email or call back yet but the job climate is tough right now. I know something will come up and she will find her perfect fit.