Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
His attempt to reassure me only further annoyed me because I hated that I didn’t have the best to watch over Faith. But walking into Jonah Carrington’s office and asking him to help me keep tabs on his teenage daughter seemed like a great way to end up sinking to the bottom of the East River in concrete shoes.
I certainly couldn't blame him, not when it was what I would do in his place. Nevertheless, he’d have to eventually come around to the idea of Faith being mine. I wasn’t going to give him a choice.
“Then why haven’t I heard from them?” I grunted. It was just after twelve, and Faith had made plans to have lunch with her friends at this diner at noon. Sometimes, when I couldn’t stand to stay away any longer, I would arrange to “bump” into her somewhere.
It had been four months since I first saw Faith at that wedding, and there were still another seven until she turned eighteen. At first, I’d tried to simply let her live her life and wait patiently, until one day when I walked by her school just as class let out. She exited the building in her uniform—a plaid skirt, white blouse, and blue tie. The only things missing were the knee socks. Thankfully, because I wasn’t sure I could have kept myself under control if she’d been wearing them.
The skirt was too fucking short, and the little teenage shit walking right behind her had been ogling her ass, clearly hoping for a gust of wind to give him a view of what was mine.
After that, standing back and observing was no longer an option. First, I had a talk with the punk who’d been eyeing my girl. I threatened to make him a soprano if he didn’t keep his hands and eyes to himself. And before I sent him back inside, sniffling like a pussy, I ordered him to warn all the other boys to do the same.
One thing that helped keep me sane—and out of jail—was Faith’s clear obliviousness to the boys around her. She was so clearly innocent…and I was craving a ripe cherry.
Despite her imperviousness to the opposite gender, I called the next best security company out there and made sure I had eyes on Faith at all times. They reported all her movements each day and several other facts I’d asked them to keep tabs on. Like doctor’s appointments.
If they thought my requests were unusual or spoke to an unhealthy level of obsession, they didn’t let on. But then, that was what they were paid for. And it wasn’t as if I didn’t know I was over the top when it came to Faith. I simply didn’t give a shit. I would do whatever was needed to make sure she belonged to me. I’d have her bred with my ring on her finger and using my last name before the candles on her birthday cake stopped smoking.
And before she realized exactly how deep my obsession with her really went.
There were a few places where I could see her myself—cameras that were easy to hack and things like that. She babysat for a couple with six-month-old twins, and the security on their nanny cam system had been a joke. Of course, I’d made it more secure to protect my girl while she was there, but obviously, I kept my own access.
Her guards often sent me videos as well, and I’d set up a dedicated server in my house where I stored all the recordings. Not only did it give me peace of mind that they wouldn’t be lost or hacked, but it made it easy for me to watch them over and over, picking apart every little detail while learning as much as I could about the woman who belonged to me.
It certainly hadn’t taken me long to notice how she lit up like the Fourth of July whenever she saw the twins. And the look of longing on her face when she had to say goodbye. Every time I saw it, my cock hardened with anticipation, ready to fill Faith with the babies she so clearly wanted.
However, during our short conversations, I also learned that she wanted to be an interior designer and loved anything and all things Paris. I’d already guessed that because it was all over her life. She’d even had a birthday cake made of stacked macarons last year.
I intended to make all of Faith’s dreams come true.
Which was why I bought us a flat in Paris, so we could go anytime she wanted. When she wasn’t flat on her back with her legs in the air, making me a daddy, we could explore the city and visit all the places she loved together.
My phone beeped, and I glanced at the screen to see I had a text from Val, the bodyguard currently shadowing Faith. “I’ll call you later, Noah,” I said to my friend and hung up without waiting for a response.