Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 32(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 21(@300wpm)
And yeah, at the very core of this, being with my daughter in the way I was… was wrong.
But I didn’t give a damn. She was my everything.
I sat back on the porch, beer in hand, watching as she walked barefoot across the yard, the golden glow of the setting sun catching in her dark hair. She was wearing one of my shirts—too big on her, hanging off one shoulder, and exposing smooth skin that I’d marked in every way possible.
Phia turned, catching me staring, and smiled slowly. “You’re looking pretty possessive there, Daddy.”
I arched my brow. “Am I?” She wasn’t wrong.
She walked over, stepping between my legs, her hands bracing on my chest. “Mm-hmm. I know that look.”
I reached up, brushing my thumb along her bottom lip. “That’s because when it comes to you, I’m pretty fucking possessive, baby girl.”
Some days, I still woke up half-expecting this to have all been some kind of dream, that I’d open my eyes and she’d still be off-limits. But then I’d roll over, bury my face in Phia’s hair and feel her body mold to mine like she was made to fit me.
I did still feel guilt, slivers of shame, because I knew how wrong this was, but I was too fucking selfish to let her go.
My hand slid down her back, gripping the curve of her hip as I pulled her into my lap. “Are you complaining?”
She tilted her head, considering. “No, Daddy,” she whispered.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair. I knew what she was doing, knew what she wanted—to tempt me until I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. And it was easy as hell for her to do because, when it came to Phia, she always had my sole attention.
“I can see what you’re thinking. Sometimes you can’t hide your thoughts.”
She always did this when she caught me thinking too much about our relationship.
That I was perverted. Sick. Wrong.
We were building a life together—away from prying eyes, away from judgment. Our own little world. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, not if society found out. But this was our life, and nothing had ever felt better than that.
We weren’t naïve. We knew there would be more hurdles ahead. Marriage. Children—if she even wanted them.
But none of those worries mattered when I looked into Phia’s eyes. She was my everything, and that was all that fucking mattered.
She traced her fingers along my jaw, her gaze softening. “I love you.”
I exhaled, pressing my forehead against hers. “I love you more.”
Phia kissed me slowly, lazily, like we had all the time in the world. And we did. I had all the time for her.
“I love you. And that’s all that matters,” I whispered into her hair.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, a part of me afraid she’d vanish. But I’d never let go.
“Yeah,” I murmured against her lips. “You’re all that matters.”
The End.