Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I shuffle back to my nursery and stand in the middle of the room, turning around in circles. I’m glad I already took my math test because my headspace is not on math.
I love this room so much. Every few days, Daddy adds something that makes it even better. He’s so good at paying close attention to what I say and making my wishes a reality. If I mention a book I like, it shows up on my shelf. If I tell him how much fun I had putting together a certain puzzle, he buys two more the next day. I have to be careful that I’m always honest about my likes and dislikes, otherwise I’ll end up spending my life having to pretend I like broccoli or crossword puzzles.
My life…
My heart races as I wander around my nursery. It’s so perfect. Every time I step into this space, a weight lifts off my shoulders. The outside world ceases to exist. In here, I’m Little. I’m free to be myself with no fear of being judged.
I leave the nursery and return to the master bedroom, stepping all the way inside this time. I take my time easing toward the bed. This could be my room, too. A different sort of room. It has a different vibe and evokes different feelings inside me.
In Daddy’s room, I close my eyes and imagine myself naked on his bed. I can be my adult in here. I can be sexy and desirable. I can wear lingerie that will tease him and lure him into taking his clothes off.
I want this. I want this side of myself, too. I’m not just Little Layla. I’m also Theo’s woman. His life partner. His lover.
I drag my fingers along the comforter on his bed. Chills race up my spine. I can have this. I just have to trust. I do trust Daddy. I know it in my heart. He loves me. Maybe most people would say we moved too fast, but we didn’t. All we did was follow our hearts.
My heart is his.
It’s time to shed my fears and take a risk. Jump in with both feet. Give all of myself to him.
I love him. It’s not a risk at all. He’s my world. It’s not as though I could wake up tomorrow and walk away. I would never walk away. Yes, my heart is on the line, but there’s no way to avoid that.
Something could happen to one of us. We could get hit by a bus, but even if I knew that might happen, would I turn away from him? Never. I can’t. He’s my Daddy. My man. My life.
Suddenly I know with absolute certainty what I need to do.
Chapter Thirteen
It’s hard to keep a straight face when I hear the garage door go up and then thirty seconds later the alarm disarm and reset. I have to bite my tongue as Daddy’s footsteps land heavy on the stairs. He takes them two at a time at a pretty rapid clip because he always hurries to get to me.
“I’m home, Little one,” he calls out, and I know he’s reached my nursery, but I’m not in there.
“Layla?” His voice has an edge of panic to it when he calls out my name.
I feel kind of bad for scaring him, but I know it’s only for a few seconds, and I think he’ll forgive me when he finds me.
Sure enough, he shows up in the doorway to the master bedroom next. He comes to a sudden halt, his eyes going wide when he spots me.
I try to maintain a coy smile, but I doubt I’m succeeding.
Daddy’s face changes instantly from panic to a grin. “What’s going on, Baby girl?”
I’m on my knees in the middle of the bed, and I drop onto all fours and crawl toward him. “I was playing dress up,” I tell him. “I found this in my adult drawer in your dresser. Do you like it?”
It was never a secret that Daddy bought me sexy lingerie and put it in a drawer in his room. I’ve just never tried any of it out. Now I have.
I’m wearing a tiny pink babydoll nightie. It’s sheer with satin spaghetti straps and a ruffly lace edge at the cleavage and hem. I have on a matching thong that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Daddy’s smile grows as he approaches, already pulling his tie off. “That is ten times sexier than I envisioned when I bought it,” he says in a deep, gravelly voice.
“It makes me feel sexy,” I tell him. My nipples have been hard ever since I put it on. Luckily it wasn’t that long ago. He texted me to let me know when to expect him. I haven’t been here for hours. Also helpful was the app he put on my phone that shows me where he is at all times. I had a fairly precise idea when to expect him.