Page 11 of Naughty and Nice

He didn’t want to let Willow go, but after she served them both, he knew he had no choice. Grabbing both bowls, he walked from her kitchen to the small dining area.

The last time he’d been in this part of the house was when he carried Bill upstairs after he had one too many.

“I’m a drunk.”

“Shut up, Bill.”

“Ha, you called me Bill. I’ll kick your fucking ass.”

“You’re never going to remember it, so we’ll consider it the same as all the other times you’ve said you’re going to kick my ass.”

He’d carried Bill upstairs and attempted to leave him on the sofa of his living room, but that had ended badly, because he’d chosen that moment to be sick.

So, being the nice person he was, he’d made sure Bill was okay, staying the whole night so he didn’t throw up in his sleep. It was during that night and the next morning, Bill had opened up about his daughter. He had pictures of Willow around the house, not too many, but enough.

“Who is the girl?” Rebel asked.

“Willow, my little girl, my only daughter. She hates my guts.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“It’s true. She was so happy to get away from me. The moment she graduated, she was gone. I’ve not heard from her in a long time. Not that I blame her. I wasn’t a good father to her.”

“I doubt that.”

“No, don’t doubt it. I know I was an asshole. I didn’t know what it took to raise a girl, so I ignored her for the most part. I figured it would be easy for her. Besides, she didn’t want to be near a drunk.” He shrugged.

Rebel pulled out of his thoughts and looked at Willow.

There had been many conversations he had with Bill, and not once had Willow returned to see her father. He didn’t blame her.

Bill had been honest. He had told him he’d been an asshole to her, and at times even cruel. Without her mother, he hadn’t known how the fuck to raise a girl, and it had put a strain on things. Also, the fact he turned to alcohol and was drunk most of the time.

It was a miracle he’d been able to run anything, but it would seem Bill had loved his daughter dearly, even though he’d never been able to tell her or even show it. He’d done so by giving her a very successful bar. Not one that was running into the ground. Willow also had a knack for it as well. The bar was thriving. Bill would be proud, and it was quite a shame that father and daughter would not get to see what the other achieved.

Willow handed Rebel a fork and he made sure to put her bowl next to him. He didn’t want to be sitting on opposite sides of the table. He wanted her close to him at all times.

Her tits were mesmerizing. He loved seeing the way they moved each time she did. They were still red from his kisses. His mouth watered for another taste and because he was also hungry.

“Are you going to try it?” she asked.

He hated Brussels sprouts so damn much. The last time he’d eaten them, they had been overcooked mush, and the taste alone had stayed with him for days. He was pretty much sure he’d been burping and farting the smell for months.

Willow looked nervous. He didn’t want her to be.

Spearing a sprout, he was shocked to see that it stayed together. He expected it to fall to pieces. This was an improvement.

He didn’t want to inhale it, so he quickly popped it into his mouth and started to chew, only the vegetable didn’t taste the way he remembered. It was spicy, garlicky, gingery, and so incredibly tasty. His mouth watered. He wanted more, so he took another bite.

Willow reached out and placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it.”

“Trust me, baby, I’m not the kind of guy who would do that, but this is good grub.”

He saw her smile and he realized that he had never seen her true smile. It lit up her whole face, and brightened the world. She looked so fucking precious, sexy, and … he didn’t want to let her go.

There was that pesky feeling he was having again. The one he couldn’t quite shake. He’d promised Bill he’d take care of Willow, but this wasn’t just about looking out for her. Rebel felt this … desire. To stay. To be with her. To explore these feelings he was having that made no sense to him. He wasn’t a good guy. He wasn’t a nice guy. For Willow, he wanted to be everything she needed.

“Are you going to eat?” he asked.