Daphne Vs. Daddy

But this limo seems to be living up to my every daydream … leather seats and dim lighting and a bar along the side and a sunroof and…

My phone goes off before I can find the button to open the sunroof, and I dig it out of my purse. A text from Carla is showing on my lock screen.

Just went to drop off something at your apartment but…

The next text pops up on my lock screen just as I finish reading the first.

ARE YOU FUCKING YOUR FATHER?

Whoops.

I let my head fall back against the headrest and I groan. So much for keeping this on the down low. I love Carla, and I love her ‘cause I know her. She’s already texted every last one of our friends, telling them everything that she saw. It’s just who she is.

Which means Dominic and I have been outed.

And I have no fucking clue what to do about it.

14

Dominic

As we head toward MASA, I eye Daphne’s legs, shown off to perfection by her short, tight, deep purple skirt and black flats. God, she looks amazing. I’m starting to calculate how long it is until we get to MASA and how many orgasms I can give her before then, when she starts digging in her purse for her phone. Pulling it out, her face goes white, and she groans, dropping her head back against the seat.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. She looks shaken up; there’s just no way that whatever happening on the phone is good news.

She just shakes her head silently, eyes closed, and I move across the interior of the limo to sit next to her. I’d originally sat across from her so I could admire the view, but it seems as if more important things than me drooling over her body need to happen.

I gently take the phone out of her splayed fingers and read the texts.

/> Oh fuck.

“What are the chances that Carla will keep this to herself?” I ask, dropping the phone back into Di’s purse.

“You’d be better off betting that you’ll win the lottery, even when you haven’t bought a ticket,” she says, eyes still closed tightly against the world.

Right.

We pull up in front of MASA and come to a stop, the driver hurrying around to open up the door for us.

“Well, let’s go inside and eat and figure this out,” I say, brushing my fingertips against her smooth skin. I want nothing more than to kiss her and fuck her troubles away, but this situation calls for more than just fucking, and if I’m not going to be fucking Daph, I can at least be feeding her oysters by hand.

She opens her eyes and drops a kiss into the palm of my hand. “Okay,” she says with a sigh. I help her out, and then we head into the elegant sushi restaurant, the dark walnut wood paneling embracing me like an old friend. I’ve taken a lot of clients and a lot of dates out to MASA because they never fail to impress, but tonight…

Tonight, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Sure, Di’s friends finding out isn’t ideal, but having Daphne on my arm as we wind our way through the restaurant, back to the secluded alcove in the back that is reserved for regular patrons like me, is the best feeling in the world. I never want to leave her side.

The waiter seats us and with a bow, goes to retrieve Nikka Taketsuru malt whiskey, what I always order when I come. $3700 per bottle but damn, is it worth it.

Daphne looks at me, worry in her eyes, and I reach across the table to clasp her hands in mine.

“Listen, it’s going to be fine,” I say, running my thumb over her knuckles. “They were going to figure it out at some point, right?”

“Were they?” she asks, biting her lip hesitantly. “Were you thinking we’re going to be together long enough for someone to find out?”

Oh. Now we’re getting into The Talk territory. How serious is this? Where is our relationship going? Normally, I’m sweating bullets right about now. I'll dive into bathrooms or dive out of vehicles to get out of this talk.

But with Daphne? Instead of feeling a sheen of sweat build up on my forehead, I’m just feeling…happy. Confident.

Being with her is what I want, no matter who finds out.