Daddy for Davina – Silver Spoon After Dark Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Kink, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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I tip her chin up, forcing her to face me. The tears swimming in her blue eyes threaten to crack my heart in half.

"Are you okay, baby girl?" I ask softly, eating up the sight of her like a man starved for it. Who the fuck am I kidding? I am starved for the sight of her. I've been dying for it all fucking day.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she nods.

"I need to hear the words, Davina."

"I-I'm okay."

"You ran out on me this morning."

She nods again, misery swimming through her gaze. "You're going to be so mad at me when I tell you why."

"Did I hurt you? Scare you?"

"No!" She looks horrified that I could even think it. "No, Daddy. I l-loved everything we did together. Everything." A tear slips down her cheek. "It was the best night of my life."

I brush away the tear, my heart trying to rip itself out of my chest at the sight of it. She's killing me and doesn't even know it.

"I…I lied to you," she whimpers, those guileless eyes full of guilt. "When I said I know you because everyone knows you, I wasn't being honest." Her bottom lip quivers. "I know you b-because you j-just hired the law firm where I work, Micah. Come tomorrow, I'll be the lead paralegal working on the contract negotiations for you."

"Fuck me." I rock back on my heels, shocked.

"I'm sorry!" she cries, another tear rolling down her cheek. "I should have told you the truth before you ever t-touched me, but I-I…"

She looks so guilty. It's the cutest goddamn thing I've ever seen. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I can't help but chuckle.

Her gaze flies to mine, her brow furrowed. Hope and confusion mingle in her denim eyes, hope growing by the second. "Daddy?"

"Why did you let your daddy put his hands all over your perfect body, little girl?" I ask, cupping her cheek. "Why didn't you tell the truth and stop him?"

"I…I…"

"Good girls tell the truth, Davina," I croon, taking a step toward her. Our bodies press together in one long line. My lips skim across her cheek toward her ear. "Bad girls get punished before they get fucked."

She whimpers. a pitiful little sound that goes straight to my cock. "I want to be a good girl, Daddy."

"Then tell the truth, baby girl. Why didn't you tell me the truth last night and stop me from touching you?"

"Because I didn't want you to stop! You're perfect, Micah!" she cries, burying her face in my throat. "I knew five minutes after meeting you that you were the perfect man for me, and I knew if I told you who I was, you wouldn't touch me, and I'd never know what it was like to be yours. So I did a bad thing and I lied to you. And I tried to tell you a dozen times last night, but I kept putting it off because I didn't want the night to end." She huffs an adorable breath. "I know I don't deserve you, but I'm selfish and I want to keep you anyway. So I'm here to beg you to forgive me because if I get fired tomorrow, it'll be worth it just so long as I know that you forgive me."

"Fired? What the fuck?"

"It's okay," she says, her breath warm against my skin. "I don't like my boss very much anyway. If he fires me when I tell him the truth, it'll be worth it."

Jesus.

"Davina, baby girl…" I pause, swinging her up into my arms. "Hold that thought."

My heart races as I carry her up the sidewalk and through the sprawling mansion, past the grandeur and luxury that has long lost its charm, to the one place where I can be myself—my room. Here, away from the world and its prying eyes, we're free to be us. Just Micah and Davina. Daddy and his little girl.

Instead of crawling onto the bed with her, I settle on the sofa situated across from it with her in my lap. She fits against me exactly like she belongs—small, fragile. Mine. Her curvy ass nestles against my aching cock, making me groan.

"Daddy…" she starts, but I shush her with a stern glance. This isn't the time for miscommunication or confusion, not when her job is on the line. She ran out of me this morning, afraid she'd have to give up either me or her career.

Like hell am I going to let that happen.

"Baby girl," I say gently, brushing my hand through her long, blonde hair, trying to soothe her, "no one is firing you and you aren't telling your boss about us."

She looks at me then, her blue eyes filled with confusion and the kind of hurt that twists up my insides in a way I've never felt before.


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