Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"The pizza was really good," I say.
"Yeah."
"I want more."
"We'll get more." His hand moves up my back, slow. "Whenever you want."
We should go. I know we should go. I have things tomorrow that matter to people who are counting on me.
"Five more minutes," I say.
His arm tightens. "Take ten."
CHAPTER 8
Rye
The house is old, but it’s not classy. More like it’s out of a horror film.
I slept the entire night with her letting her cuddle against me, tell me all her secrets as she slept. I made peace with letting her do this, but I’m still amped up.
She had a morning practice as usual, which I took her too, watched then we went out for some more shopping and got her nails done. I spend a couple hours dining on her pussy as well, and she took to the blindfold and arm bar well only this time, I added some cock sucking to the scene.
I kept my dick out of her pussy though. She is nervous enough without me losing my mind and fucking her sore again.
What was it that Elodie said yesterday about this place being like the Bates Motel? Maybe not, but it’s definitely got a vibe I do not like.
“I’m taking you home,” I tell her as we pull up the gravel drive in my brother’s fucking minivan. “Or I’m staying too.”
She shakes her head. “I keep telling you, I’ll be fine. He’s a professional. He’s run some of the most successful dance companies in the country. Please, just I need to do this.”
I park the car, but stay exactly where I am.
“Where are all the other vehicles?” I ask as I glance around. I see only one car, the same Bentley that the director, Alexander Patrykov, arrived at Elodie’s house in yesterday.
“They’ll have left already. I’m probably the last to arrive, because you insisted on sharing a shower with me and—”
I squeeze her leg, and she falls silent.
“Why don’t you just walk me to the door?” she suggests. “You’ll see.”
I’m not convinced, but I climb out anyway. I come around to her door and help her out before opening up the trunk and pulling out her bags. Then we head for the steps up to the front door.
Before we get to the top, the door is already opening, and a man I don’t recognize is standing there.
“Miss McAllister?”
“Am I the last? I am, aren’t I? See, I knew we’d be running late, but it’s not even four, so I’m not actually late, right?”
“The last of what, ma’am?”
“The dancers. The others are all here already, right?”
He shakes his head. “I was only told to expect you, miss. Can I take your bags?”
He steps forward, holding out his hands, but I’m already pulling them away. I knew there was something off about this whole thing, and now I’m certain of it.
I drop one bag to put an arm around Elodie’s shoulder, holding her in place, and the snooty guy rolls his eyes.
“Mr. Patrykov said you were overprotective. He also told me to inform you that if you won’t allow your daughter to stay, then there will be no offer of a placement. Her dancing career will be over before it begins.”
I growl, stepping forward. “Tell him to come out here and tell me that himself, motherfucker.”
“Yes, I heard that your language leaves something to be desired. No matter. Miss McAllister, the choice is yours.”
“Like fuck it is. Come on, Dautie, we’re—”
Elodie’s hand is on my chest before I can turn her away. She lets it slide down to slip into mine as she looks into my eyes.
“This is what I need to do. Trust me, it will all be okay. I’ll spend a couple of days here, proving I can do this. Daddy, it’s what I need to do.”
I growl as I glance from her to the house and back again. Then I meet the eyes of the fucking butler or whatever he is.
“Anything happens to my daughter,” I tell him, “I’m holding you personally responsible. If you value your balls, you’ll look out for her, you hear me?”
He meets my eyes, opens his mouth, and I’m sure he’s about to make some snide comment.
Then whatever he sees in my face changes his mind. He takes an involuntary step backwards.
“I… Well…”
“You heard what I said, you little shit. I’m putting Elodie in your hands. Not your boss’s, not your fucking housekeeper or any such shit. There will be no excuses that will save you.”
And with that, I drop the bags on the step. “I don’t care about your rules; I get one Facetime call with her every day. No negotiating. If she doesn’t call, I show up and you will not like what I bring.”
Then I kiss the top of Elodie’s head and whisper, “You call me tomorrow. Anytime. I’ll have my phone glued to me. And this fucker here will protect you with his life, because if anything happens to you, that’s what he’s going to lose.”