Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 624(@200wpm)___ 499(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Yeah, definitely a daddy’s girl.
Theo left, and for the first time, I was alone with her. The air felt thinner, and the walls closed in making the room appear smaller. I felt as if I were being strangled by the need to be even closer.
I bet she’s just a baby, perv.
“Tell me how old you are.”
“That’s a rude question.” The way she scolded me, she might have been twice my age.
“Like you care.” Was there anything typical about this girl? “How old?” I repeated.
“Ten.”
“Bull. Shit.”
“Well, I am.” She stepped around me and looked at the wall above my headboard. I had posters of buxom beauties stashed on almost every inch of the space.
What could I say? I’m a breast man.
“Did you feel they were all necessary?” Her back was turned, but it didn’t matter. I could hear the disapproval in her tone.
“You can never have too many breasts.”
“As someone who will one day possess them, I beg to differ.”
I closed my eyes, but it only made the visual even more lucid. She was just a little girl, and I was six fucking years older than she was. Neither one of us was even legally able to consent to sex, but it didn’t erase the vision of her older with soft, perky Ds.
“Are you even listening?”
“Sorry?”
She sighed. “I said I’m hungry.”
“The kitchen is downstairs.” I retook my spot in my gaming chair and picked up the game controller. I needed the distraction that came with violence since I was crushing on a girl who was practically a toddler.
“This is your house.”
“I’m sure you don’t need help finding the kitchen,” I answered without taking my eyes from the video game.
She didn’t move. I had a feeling she was expecting me to jump and see to her needs. When it became clear I wouldn’t, she huffed and stomped from my bedroom. I paused the game when I couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore and hung my head.
It took less than five minutes of having her out of my sight for me to run after her.
I found her in the kitchen staring into the refrigerator with her nose turned up. I was light on my feet so I was floored when I entered, and she turned her head.
“Don’t you have anything besides sandwich meat and Gatorade?”
“You vegetarian?”
“No, but there’s nothing I want in here.”
“Pick something.” I waited to see if she would obey. She slammed the door closed and planted her hands on her nonexistent hips.
Cute.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
I leaned against the doorjamb and crossed my arms. “If you’re going to be a brat then I guess you aren’t hungry.”
She put her back against the door. Maybe so I could watch her lick her lips. She was even prettier angry.
Ten. She’s fucking ten.
“Are you always so mean?”
“Are you always so spoiled?”
“I’m not spoiled. I’m hungry.”
“What did you have in mind?” Why was I asking?
She didn’t even think about. “Frozen yogurt.”
“That’s not food.”
“Daddy and I passed a shop on the way here.” Her eyes brightened, and she completely ignored my comment. “It’s just around the corner.”
“You’re not leaving.” Theo’s orders to keep her safe meant not letting her out of my sight. It was one hell of a convenience because I had no intention of doing so until her father came back and took her from me.
“Not by myself. Daddy says I have to stay with you no matter what. So will you take me?”
“No.” I stood up straight and walked away before she had a chance to convince me. I didn’t trust her.
Not.
One.
Bit.
I heard her small footsteps running after me and picked up my pace. It was official. I ran from a little girl.
“Why not?” Her yelling amused me.
“Because I said so.”
“So? That’s not good enough. I want to go.”
“I’m not your father, kid.”
“No, you’re not because you’re an asshole! My dad gives me whatever I want,” she taunted.
I stopped climbing. She wasn’t expecting it, so when her body collided hard with my back, she was gone in an instant. Her fear-filled gasp struck a chord in my heart so that the beat quickened. Pivoting on my feet, I caught her shirt in my fist just in time. Her body leaned at an angle.
Shit. She would have gone head first, and her father would have killed me.
I pulled her up until she was standing upright and released her when I trusted she was steady on her feet. Only then did I start to breathe again.
“I’m going to tell my dad you pushed me.” She stuck her little nose in the air and dared me not to beg for mercy.
My eyes narrowed into slits.I save this little cunt’s life, and she threatens me?“Then maybe I should push you so your father won’t know what a liar his precious daughter is.”
Grabbing her shirt again, I push my fist into her flat chest until she's leaning over again. Her shriek is followed by teardrops spilling from emerald pools. I release my pinky from my fist to taunt her.