Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
In the short time since we’d met, I ‘d gone through a drastic change. Where before I shied away from anything even resembling commitment, I was now obsessed with way of tying her to me permanently. The shit scared me because I knew that I was willing to lose a lot to keep her. That shit made me feel like the worse fucking human being on earth, but it’s what is.
One day my daughter will grow up and start a life of her own away from me, what then? Would I look back on this as a lost opportunity? Fuck that, it will never happen, there’s no way I would ever let Brianna go, she’s in my blood.
We’d already talked about our future together. She is gonna stay local and go to college here, because there was no way I was letting her out of my sight for four fucking years. I couldn’t go a whole day without seeing her, and my possessiveness was out of control.
I didn’t even want her smiling at another man. I’d become this whole other person since meeting her. A man who had thoughts of keeping his woman all to himself and not sharing her with anyone, not even her friends. I don’t know what the fuck that was.
I knew I wasn’t worried about the age thing, it worked for us, but just the thought of some other dick sniffing around her was enough to make my ass postal.
We had our first fight over that shit about a week ago. The way shit was going you’d think we’d been together for years instead of a few weeks, but that’s how intense we were.
It was on one of the rare times we’d been out together in public, though we weren’t alone. Crystal and some of her other friends were there. We were celebrating a victory for the school’s football team and all the jocks were there at the local pizza place.
It wasn’t my scene but my daughter had dragged me along after the game. While we were there amidst the noise and bravado and posturing, I was sitting back relaxed and enjoying the fact that I had someone in my life that I was falling in love with, falling my ass.
That’s just a little lie that I tell myself when I want to convince the old me that I still had some semblance of control left. The truth is I was head over heels and barely treading water.
In the last few days I’d fucked her in every way imaginable even though I know her pussy had yet to recover from her first pounding. It was my way of getting my scent in and on her. I planned to keep that shit up until I had her under my roof for good. Until then I did my best to mark her, I was sure other males could scent me on her and stay the fuck away or bear my wrath.
The good thing is, that she was as starved for me as I was for her, and most days we barely made it past the living room floor. I’d fucked her on the kitchen island the day before for fuck sake. And that had led to even more- hard fucking in the outdoor sauna.
Needless to say things were moving really fast, but there was a fly in our ointment, Crystal. I couldn’t figure out how I was going to tell my daughter that I was in love with her friend. I knew that she had just enough of her mother in her to make my life difficult.
Bri was not happy with my decision to wait for the right time, and I think that’s why she did it, right in front of me that night.
Some young punk, probably one of her classmates, and definitely part of the team, came over to our table and started chatting away. It was easy to tell where his real interest laid and it took everything for me to stay in my seat and not beat these people’s kid into a bloody pulp. Especially when I started wondering if he was the fucker that had had his fingers in her.
She laughed and batted her lashes and even went so far as to put her hand on his arm while leaning over just enough to give him a glimpse down her fucking top. I know that fucking move, women had made that move on me countless times in the past.
Now mind you she had no way of knowing what the fuck she was getting herself into. She had no way of knowing that I would hurt her for that shit, that was a big fucking no-no. For a man as territorial as I am, that shit’s the equivalent to waving a red flag in a bullpen.