Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“I already told those other guys I don’t know, she never showed up.”
“Where is your father?”
“He’s here, why?”
“Put him on the phone.” It took him two minutes and by then my nice meter had burned the fuck out.
“I’ll be at your door in ten minutes, if Alexandra isn’t there or you don’t have an answer as to where I can find her, I’ll slit your fucking throat.” I pressed end and passed the phone back to my soon to be dead head of security.
Outside, I threw myself into the back of the Rolls and Ralph gave the driver directions before heading for his car with the rest of my detail behind me. I calmed myself and tried not to think the worse.
She had the best security, nothing can go wrong. That might’ve been true in the past but lately she’s taken to conning them and she’s good at it. I’ve switched around her detail a time or two but no matter how I try, I can’t keep anyone on her that doesn’t fall for her little girl act.
She’s always had a team of one-man one woman, until a few months ago when I noticed the change. For some reason, after that night I changed her detail for the first time in about four years. She now had two women on her. I wasn’t taking any chances. Sometime in the last year when I hadn’t been looking my doll had turned into a desirable young woman and if I had noticed so would others.
She’s needed her security a lot more lately because I’d started staying away from her. Before that I always made sure I found time for her. I was still doing my best to be there in the evenings when she came home, but that time had grown later and later the older she got; what with all her after school crap. I think she signed up for all of them.
She was a cheerleader, captain of the debate team and she took dance class three times a week. Damn kid had more energy than I’d ever dreamed of. Mom usually took over when I couldn’t be there. Both of us still very conscious of what she was missing and doing our best to fill the void.
She had a habit of looking into the stands when she was cheering or into the crowd at one of her plays or whatever it was she was doing on any given day, and I would move heaven and earth to be there, cheering her on. Until this shit started, I was always there; now, I leave her care in the hands of others.
My mind strayed to everything but what could be happening to her right this minute. I refuse to think the worst until it’s proven. So instead I thought about the months since that fateful night.
I think I’d shut myself away from her, avoided her, for the first few days after. She’d put a stop to that right quick in her no nonsense way. No beating around the bush for my doll, she always let me have it with both barrels. That’s the way I’d taught her and I would’ve been proud, if she wasn’t using that shit on me.
“Are you avoiding me Sol?” I noticed in the last few weeks the ‘uncle’ had dropped. I missed it, felt a slight pain in my heart in fact when I noticed, but now it downright scared me. Was it my imagination or was she doing some kind of drawling shit with my name?
Whatever, I had bigger worries than that. Like the fact, that since that night my dick had a nasty habit of going on the scent whenever she was around.
“No little one, I’ve just been busy.” Like hell! I’ve been finding shit to do at the office just to avoid her, which made me feel guilty as hell, but what could I do? She was eighteen fucking years old. I’d raised her, and now each time I look at her I want to get inside her. Sick!
She moved around my desk and I held my breath praying she didn’t throw herself into my lap the way she used to. She hadn’t done that in a while, not since she was twelve or thirteen, but lately I’d noticed a comeback. When I asked her if she didn’t think she was too old to be sitting on my lap she’d just batted her lashes at me and told me not to be an old grump.
This time thankfully, she just came around behind my chair and put her hands on my shoulders. As if that wasn’t bad enough she’d leaned to the side, the tee shirt she was wearing pulling away from her chest as she looked at the screen in front of me.
I held my breath and stared straight ahead as she chattered on about what I was working on. Unlike her dad, she had a real head for business. No fritting away her youth this one. She was all business. Her grandfather, who adored the living hell out of her, was practically grooming her for a place in the business. And from his words, she was a fast learner.