Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“What would I put a kettle on?” Devi asked. “Also, do we have a kettle? And what would I put in it?”
Americans.
“I’ll help her,” Erin said. “Come on, sweetie. You can fill me in on what’s happening and we’ll get some tea started.”
“We should call an ambulance,” Liam declared as Nate walked into the conference room. “It’s obvious she’s been injured. She’s probably got a concussion.”
Nate was almost sure she was conscious again. She’d had a bit of a panic attack likely because she was about to have to face the music, and it was obvious she hadn’t been forced to deal with consequences before. It would be different between them.
She’d had every chance to save herself. She could have continued to pretend like she wasn’t Dee. He’d pushed and prodded her, getting a feel for who this woman really was. Anger hadn’t spurred her to make a confession. When he’d told her the night was just okay, he’d seen the hurt on her face. Her own pain hadn’t forced her to drop the act.
It had been his pain.
It was me.
Three words that would prove to be fateful for the little brat because he wasn’t about to let her go now.
“She doesn’t have a concussion.” Nate settled himself into one of the big conference chairs. He cuddled her close and couldn’t miss the way she curled against him. “She’s got a big case of doesn’t want to be here-itis.”
And her lips quirked up slightly.
She was so much fucking trouble, and his dick did not care.
He was pretty sure his heart didn’t either. Falling madly for his friend’s sister hadn’t been the plan, but he was going with it. He could have walked away if he thought she’d truly only wanted him for sex, but she’d clung to him. She’d wanted him as much for the personal connection they’d formed as the sexual one.
His father had told him sometimes a man’s purpose wasn’t a job. Sometimes it was keeping one gorgeous bombshell alive and happy.
“Nathan Carter, you’re fired. Get your things and get the hell out of my office,” her father said.
Daisy went slightly stiff in his arms.
Nate knew how to handle O’Donnell. “No.”
Liam got red in the face. “What do you mean no?”
“I think he means he’s not leaving.” Ian Taggart was a bastard who obviously enjoyed a good show.
Well, he had to admit his baby knew how to play out a beauty of a scene. “I mean, you can fire me, but I’m not leaving Daisy. Tell me something, Liam. Was it you or Aidan who scared all the Doms off her at The Hideout?”
Devi walked in with a pitcher of water, and her eyes went wide. “Scared off the Doms? No one would do that. The club is a place where we can be honest. You don’t understand. We have rules, and no one is going to shame anyone or scare them off. Daisy just… She hasn’t had any luck.”
“Sure, the stunningly gorgeous submissive with an hourglass figure who looks like she’ll melt in your fucking mouth can’t find a guy to top her for a night,” Nate shot back.
Daisy’s eyes fluttered open. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
Her father had done her no favors. “Of course you’re gorgeous. I thought you were gorgeous with a silly mask on your face. Taking it off didn’t make you any less stunning, love.”
“What the hell are you on about?” Liam stood, the conference table between them. “Daisy, get up. We’re leaving and we won’t come back until your uncle gets rid of the dead weight.”
“You know now that I think about it, it is kind of weird,” Devi said. “When we go out to clubs in the city, Daisy is always the one who gets hit on. Like dance clubs or bars.”
“My Daisy doesn’t go to clubs or bars,” her father insisted. “The only reason she goes to The Hideout is to be around her friends. She doesn’t play there. Daisy is a good girl.”
“And my Devi isn’t?” Erin was back, staring at her long-term partner.
Liam froze. “I didn’t say that, Erin.”
“No, you said Daisy doesn’t go to clubs because she’s a good girl.” Erin’s tone had gone cold. “Devi does go to clubs. She dances and parties and has fun because she’s young and she gets to do that. So I’ll ask again, partner, are you slut shaming my daughter?”
“Mom, I’m not… I mean the word slut is really triggering,” Devi said with a frown.
“Devi, darling, you know I adore you.” Liam O’Donnell seemed to realize the trap he was in. “Of course you’re a good girl. But Daisy is very innocent.”
Her father started going over all the ways Daisy was naïve, just a sweet babe out in the woods.
Daisy looked up at him, shifting. “What did you mean I made my choice? Are you mad?”