Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
My whole life it was only the two of us, and when I left for college, it was the end of an era. Since then, I’ve worked at building my security company into something he would be proud of. I never wanted to cash in on his good name or take over something he created. It was important to me to stand on my own two feet, but in the process, I felt like I had to leave him behind. Over the years, I could see he was missing something, and that night at dinner, I knew he’d found it in Rebecca.
If I wrote out a list of all the things I would want for my dad, Rebecca would check every box. She has a generous heart, she’s patient, hardworking, loyal, and makes the best meatballs I’ve ever eaten. By the end of that first dinner, I knew he would be on his knees begging her to marry him before the week was over. It wasn’t until the wedding that I realized it was a mistake.
“Nash, we’re about to leave!” my dad calls from downstairs.
“Be right there!” I call back as I plug in the cord to Goldie’s phone from my computer.
Once the cloning starts, I watch the bar move quickly across the screen before a green check appears. The system I designed extracts all the data from the device but also allows me to see future data as well. It’s like looking at her phone without having to physically hold on to it even if I don’t have the passcode. After the last time she tried to sneak out, I’m not taking any chances. Of course, that’s the excuse I’m telling myself.
When the transfer is complete, I unplug her phone and open my bedroom door. Goldie is standing there with her fist raised like she was about to break it down.
“Can I help you?” I ask, purposely trying to get under her skin. The way her nose wrinkles when she scowls is kind of adorable.
“Give me back my phone.”
“Sure.” I hold it out to her, and her scowl drops as she stares at it. She’s reluctant to take it but then thinks better of it and snatches it out of my hand.
“What did you do to it?” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I don’t miss the way it makes her tits push up.
Fuck, does she have to walk around here wearing tank tops that barely cover them? It’s like she’s begging me to look. My eyes move to her cleavage, and I don’t bother trying to hide my stare. If she’s putting them out there, then I’m going to get my fill.
The moment she realizes what I’m looking at, her cheeks flush the prettiest pink. “I don’t need a babysitter.” She drops her arms, but it does nothing to hide the way her nipples are poking against the thin material of the tank.
Is she cold or turned on? Either way, I’d love to pull the front of that top down and take a look. Would she try to stop me? Could she stop me?
“Don’t think of it as a babysitter situation.” I smirk as I walk by her. “Think of it more like I’m your warden and you’re my prisoner.”
“I’ll think of it like you’re an asshole,” she says and raises her chin.
“Have it your way. But from what I hear, the prisoners who do the warden a favor get more privileges.”
“Wait,” she says, stopping me before I can go down the stairs. “What kind of favor?”
My eyes move up and down her body as I think of all the ways she could earn her privileges. “It’s going to be a long week, little girl. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
I don’t look back at her as I make my way downstairs to where my dad and Rebecca are loading up.
“Here, let me get that,” I tell Rebecca as I grab her bag and put it into the car.
“You are the sweetest boy.” She reaches up and pats me on the cheek before pulling me into a hug.
I was without a mom almost my entire life, so I didn’t realize how much I was missing a mother-figure. Not until the first time Rebecca gave me a hug and something inside me healed. Now every time she pulls me in for one, I don’t fight it. I let her hug me as long as she wants because it fixes the break that was put there by my own mother long ago.
“I hope you have the trip you always dreamed of,” I tell her when she finally releases me. “You deserve it.”
“Your dad makes all my dreams come true.” She smiles softly before it turns mischievous. “But going to Fiji is pretty dang special.” She glances over at my dad and Goldie talking. “You’ll take care of our girl, won’t you?”