Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
So to speak.
I have my own money but not enough for my father’s level of debt. Years of investing the small trust fund from my grandparents has paid off. I’m pretty fucking savvy but Dad never knew how much I’d grown my portfolio. Even so, the seven million and some odd change isn’t nearly enough to save him from the house of cards he’s built for himself.
He’s a good dad. Hard ass, yeah, hell of a quarterback, sure, but a business genius he is not. He’s run through most of his NFL money and this last fucking swampland in Florida deal he hung his hat on? It’s going to sink him. And the family too if I don’t sign with Harson and Breckenridge.
Harson will back my father if I sign with him. But, he’s a fucking publicity whore and a vampire and he doesn’t just suck his enemies dry. He’d put his own grandmother on the street if it sealed a deal.
Worse, he’d do the same if anyone made him look bad. His ego is the size of Texas. Fucking Napoleon complex with the stature to match.
All my muscles are tight as I park my ’72 Mustang Mach 1 and kiss the back of her hand one last time before opening my door.
“Sit there. I’ll come around.”
“I can open the door, Jack. I can walk.”
I tug her hand back, centering it over my heart. “I said sit there. I don’t tell you to do things for no reason, baby. There’s a reason for everything I do and say to you. You may not understand it, and I’m not always going to explain, but you will trust that I always, always have a plan. We clear?”
Her eyes widen, her skin warms against my palm. I reach over and holding the back of her head with my other hand, then set my lips on the part of her ink black hair and breathe in her scent, softened now by the chlorine from the pool but it still makes my dick fucking weep.
“Good girl. And, you don’t remember, and that’s okay. There’s going to be lots of things I’ll need to re-teach you, and I’m happy to do it. But when we’re alone, you don’t call me Jack.”
My heart speeds, hammering in my chest like the eight cylinders under the hood of the Mustang.
“What do I call you then?” Her pink lips fall open, then close as she swallows and I see her trying desperately to remember and a split second of guilt stabs me.
One more step on the journey to hell. There will be no turning back now.
“When we’re alone, you call me Daddy. That’s one rule. We have lots of rules, baby. But let’s start with that one.”
Her eyes go wide as she licks her lips.
You’re going to fuck it up, Jackson. You keep pushing. It’s too much…
Then she draws the cuff of my jacket she’s wearing over her hospital gown to her nose, inhaling on a sigh. “Daddy’s jacket,” she says, sounding satisfied. “It smells like you.”
It’s a good fucking thing I’m sitting down because I nearly double over with the force of my orgasm as cum coats the already itchy inside of my boxers. Jesus, I’ve got a hard case of premature ejaculation. I fucking hope when it’s go time for real, I get things under fucking control.
Hearing her call me Daddy, a bolt of guilt hit me in my chest. I almost told her the truth. But, this is my brass ring moment. This event I’ve been hoping for that would push what felt impossible, into possible. Even if it means I’m a depraved fucker.
I grunt, “Good girl,” and slide out of the car as visions of Mina and our life together growing up torture me.
But that won’t stop me from taking her innocence. From binding us together forever, way beyond our previous familial bonds. I’m going to fuck her until she begs for mercy. She’s going to call me Daddy and learn to suck my cock like there’s a prize inside.
I sweep her into my arms as she giggles, hands looping around my neck.
“Daddy?” she says, those pale green eyes gutting me.
“Yes, lil’ mint?”
“Those lights we passed back there. The carnival…”
I nod, knowing fast rides, heights and loud noises are not her idea of fun.. “Sure, baby, but don’t worry—”
“Can we go? Pleeeeease? I want to go on the fastest roller coaster and to the top, top of the Ferris wheel.”
I hesitate, staring at this new creature that looks like my Mina but isn’t. This new daredevil minx is taking some getting used to. I nod. “Tomorrow, baby. If you are feeling okay.”
“Yay! Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby.” I kiss the top of her head, loving this new side of her but wondering how long it will last.