Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Damn straight you did,” a feminine voice sounds a little in the distance, possibly the elusive Chloe.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demand. “Jordan put his hands on you?”
“Yep. Though it was my fault. I shouldn’t have gone with him,” she says. “He laid out the trap, and I walked straight into it.”
“Fucking hell, Tilly. That’s not your fault,” I say, already halfway to my car. “I’m glad Zephyr was there to have your back, but just know that Jordan and I will be having a conversation.”
Tilly scoffs. “You don’t need to do that,” she tells me. “We’re just fucking, remember? Just two people doing the deed like bunnies. There’s nothing else to it. Just fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. All night long. You purchased the down and dirty package, but unfortunately, stepping in to be the hero who saves the girl from the handsy perv falls under the full-service boyfriend package. You’ll need to upgrade your subscription to unlock those features.”
“Tilly,” I growl, frustration burning through me. “Where the fuck are you?”
“I don’t know,” she murmurs, clearly realizing she’s lost this battle. “Hold on. I’m turning my location on.”
She shares a pin with me a moment later, and within seconds, I’m backing out of my garage as Tilly’s voice switches from my phone speakers to the car’s Bluetooth system. “I’m on my way. I’ll be ten minutes.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” she purrs, making my cock flinch in my pants.
Fuck me. This woman is going to kill me.
“Jesus Christ. Tell me I didn’t just hear you call him daddy?” Zeph questions, sounding sick.
The other girl laughs before her soft tone fills the silence again. “Hypothetically,” she starts. “If your dad and Tilly were to fall madly in love and get married, making all the hardcore raunchy sex they can, night after night after night—”
“Get to your point,” Zeph mutters.
“She’d be your step-mom, right? So, technically, would that make you a mother fucker?”
Tilly snickers, and as Zeph immediately launches into a verbal smackdown, I tune them out and focus on driving, knowing that Tilly will be safe with Zeph, even if he’s been drinking. He wouldn’t let anything happen to those girls. Though I have to question how Tilly ended up in a position where Jordan could get that close in the first place.
Ten minutes later, I find Tilly sitting in the gutter among a swarm of drunk college kids while my son and another girl practically stand in the street, launching insults at one another like some kind of twisted foreplay.
My car rolls to a stop, and as Tilly gets to her feet and immediately wobbles, I realize just how drunk she is.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself.
“Hey. I heard that,” she says, her voice still coming through the Bluetooth speakers as she steps right up to my car, taking the front while Zeph and his new girlfriend take the back.
They’re settled in the car a moment later, and when Tilly starts struggling with her seatbelt, I lean over and take it out of her hands, safely buckling her in. “Thank you,” she whispers, her gaze lingering on mine for a second too long. Her eyes are filled with the same heaviness I saw in my kitchen earlier tonight, and for whatever reason, it tears me to shreds.
I hit the gas, and just as I pull out of the street and head toward the girls’ apartment complex, I hear Tilly’s friend in the back—the same one who came running through Vixen on that first night and stole Tilly away. “Wow,” she murmurs to Zephyr. “Your dad really is a dom-daddy.”
My lips quirk into a grin, knowing exactly how Zeph is going to feel about that, and just as expected, he starts arguing with the girl who easily holds her own against my son. The two of them go back and forth at each other, bickering like children, only there’s nothing child-like about the insults flying across the backseat. As they go on, it becomes abundantly clear that there’s something in the air between them that has the potential to turn into something real.
Tilly remains silent the whole drive back to her apartment, and the moment I pull up outside her complex, she reaches for the handle. I put my hand out, bringing her to a stop as Zeph and Chloe eagerly get out and clamber toward the main entrance of the building.
The moment we’re alone, a strange tension begins to fill the car, and as Tilly watches me, the truth about her broken vow becomes evident between us. “I’m sorry,” she finally murmurs, her gaze dropping. “I’m ruining everything.”
“Yeah, hellcat,” I murmur with a smile, not wanting to break her heart. “You are.”
Her brows crease, and as her gaze lifts back to mine, there’s a profound sadness that kills me.
“Fuck. Come here.”