Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
"I’m sorry sir, please!” he pleads, the pressure making him struggle.
"I won't go to jail for killing someone, but you're starting to make me want to." No one else can hear me but him, and the way he's shaking in my grasp makes him even more pathetic. "This is your last warning, Trevor. If I catch wind of another rumor or hear a word about you running your mouth about me or the people I care about, I'll fire you. And no one else will hire you. Maybe because you're blacklisted or maybe because you're six feet under. Got it?"
He nods quickly, his face turning red.
"Good. You're dismissed. I expect you to be on security guard duty in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, sir."
I push off him, standing up and wiping my hands off on my slacks. Trevor leaves in a hurry, and the combat trainer looks at me in shock.
"Is everything alright, sir?"
I shrug. "Just giving him a lesson. No harm done."
"Yes, sir."
"Good training, soldier," I say, walking away. "Keep it up."
"Thank you, sir!"
I exit the gym, shaking my head. I know no one will talk about me or Delia anymore, and if they do, they're a dead man walking. I grab my shirt and hat on the way out, not saying a word to anyone as I leave.
There’s a gorgeous woman waiting for me at home. Right now, that is priority number one.
I freeze when I see her, the duffle bag she had shown up with weeks ago open on my bed—our bed—as she shoves her clothes in it.
I can't stop the growl that starts in my throat, and Delia jumps, turning around to face me. Her face drains of color, except for the red of her eyes. It's clear she's been crying, and despite how angry I am that she thinks she can leave me, my chest feels tight at the thought of her here crying all alone.
"What do you think you're doing?" I demand.
"Brody posted everything on social media," she sniffles. "Everything, Dean! And he tagged the bakery I work at in the post!" She dabs at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater as she tears up again. "Do you know how many people wanted that job and how hard I had to work to get it? It's one of the most prestigious bakeries in the country, and now when people search it, they're going to get to see all of my dirty laundry."
Rage flares in me, but not at Delia. At fucking Brody. "You didn't answer my question."
"I'm going home to try and mitigate damage. This...this has been wonderful, Dean, but it was just a dream. And with Christmas coming up..."
I stalk towards her. "Princess, when I said you were mine, I meant it."
There's a stiffness to her shoulders, but she doesn't look surprised. "I know...but how can I move my entire life here after just a few weeks? I feel so strongly about you, but that's just crazy!"
“Is it?”
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“Because…because…we haven’t known each other for that long.”
“Hmmm.”
“Dean…”
“I never want to let you go, Delia. But I’m not forcing you to stay here against your will. If you want to leave, then I will help you pack.”
She rears back, jaw hanging open. “What? I…I…”
“What do you want, Delia? Are you okay with Brody succeeding in robbing you of your happiness? Because you are happy with me, right?”
“Dean…”
“Answer me, princess.”
“I…I want to stay here, but…”
“But what?”
“My career…”
This time, I don’t speak. I let her think for herself. If she ultimately decides to leave, then I’ll move heaven and earth to stay with her…wherever the fuck she is. Because all of what I have? None of it matters if I don’t have her. She’s mine and will always be.
It doesn’t take long for her to arrive at a decision. Delia stands to her full height and squares her shoulders. In a split second, she launches herself at me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Relief washes over me in waves.
Thank fuck.
“God, Dean. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for even considering…”
"Remember that first morning together when you defied me after I ate your pussy? Remember how I said you were going to have to be punished for it? Well, it's time, princess. You defied me again. You doubted us, and it's time for you to learn that I don't let go of what's mine. Ever."
She freezes in my arms. "Dean, what...?"
"Turn around, hands on the bed, pants off." My tone leaves no room for argument, but of course, Delia tries anyway.
"Dean..." She swallows hard. "Daddy…"
"Now, princess."
Delia bites her lip and pouts, doing as I say. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I was just trying to do the responsible thing."
I grab the waistband of her pants and tug them down, leaving her standing there in her panties and sweater, the latter long enough to cover her ass. My fingers slip under the edge of the panties and push them down until they fall to her ankles.