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I fuck her like a crazy man when she calls me “Daddy.” She screams, but it’s laced with pleasure, so I don’t stop. I know she loves it.
I groan and spill all over the shower wall. The image of Brenna melts away as my cum spurts from me, and a wave of disappointment fills me as I acknowledge it’s only a fantasy.
But oh, how I wish it weren’t. None of it was real. It can never happen.
Fuck.
When I get out and wrap in a towel, I hear Brenna humming as she moves around the kitchen. Guilt overwhelms me, and I kick the door shut, resigning myself to stay in my room for the rest of the night.
If I go back out there, I can’t say for sure I won’t follow through with my fantasy.
ChapterFour
Brenna
“Gah!”I shout, flopping onto the bed with my legs dangling off the edge and staring at the ceiling.
My hair is a messy halo around me, and the room is covered in the dresses I’ve sifted through and discarded.
My door flies open, and Roman pops his head in. “Everything okay?”
“I can’t find the right dress.”
“Out of all of these?” he asks, waving a hand around the room.
I turn my head to glare at him.
He smothers a smile. “Okay, okay. You can’t find the right dress. What is it for?”
I sit up, my mouth popping open in shock. “The Christmas party? The one I’m going to in my dad’s stead? The one you’re escorting me to?”
His smile breaks free this time andbe still, my quivering heart.
“I’m playing with you. But are you sure you can’t find anything among this lot?” He nods toward the mess I’ve made. “If we need to buy you a dress, I can take you on my lunch break or have a car pick you up. I’m—”
I raise my hand to stop him. “I know I’m being dramatic, but this is a big deal for me. And for Dad.”
I try not to look at him. The dress has less to do with impressing my dad’s business associates and more with impressing Roman. Finally, I may have the chance to show him I’m an adult, and he’ll see I’m the perfect choice for him.
He purses his lips. “Come with me,” he says, pulling the door open wider.
I stand and smooth my hair, giving him a curious look as he leads me to his bedroom. My cheeks burn, but luckily, he can’t see me. He heads for the closet on the left, the one big enough to fit a studio apartment inside.
I follow him inside and see so many suits and ties my eyes don’t know where to land. “Um, I don’t think gender-bending is the right look for the party.”
He chuckles, the remote for this closet in his hand. He presses some buttons, and the closet shifts around to reveal a chamber at the back, revealing a large oak wardrobe. “I had something else in mind.”
“What’s in there—a magical portal to Narnia?”
“Almost.” His eyes sparkle. “Your da couldn’t bring himself to look at them, but he couldn’t throw them away either,” Roman says, his accent more pronounced by the emotion in his voice.
A pang of sorrow hits my heart that I never knew her. I sometimes forget that he knew my mom as well. They were friends, and he lost her too.
“He asked if I would keep her most precious things for safekeeping in case you ever wanted them,” he adds.
“You’ve had her stuff all these years?”
“Aye.” He nods. “And your da left it to me to share with you when the time was right. That time is now. Among other things, I believe your ma has a few gorgeous dresses in there. The kind you’re looking for,” he says, pointing at the wardrobe.