“Are you going to be okay?”
“Aren’t I always, baby girl?” he grinned at me. “You know I’ll be just fine. I always am.”
“I’m sorry,” I muttered. “About the way she acts.”
“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “I haven’t exactly been an angel either.”
I remembered the rumors. What my sister told me. Levi fucking girls left and right when Mom wasn’t looking. Levi in my room. Levi inside me.
“No, I guess not,” I whispered.
We stood there awkwardly before he peeled his body away from the wall and walked up to me.
Right away, my skin felt like it was on fire. And when he pressed his palm against my cheek, I only felt it more intensely.
“You’re blushing,” he told me roughly, and I kept my gaze firmly fixed on the floor. “Beautiful baby girl, so pretty when you blush like that for me.”
“Lev–” I started, but my words trailed off into nothing. “Please, don’t.”
“I already did.”
I could feel him grinning, and I wished I could hate him for it.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and I shook my head no. “Come on, Kendall. Eyes up.”
I looked up and wished I hadn’t. His eyes were gentle, sweet, caring. They were nothing like the night before.
“We’ll be alright,” he promised me. “It’ll all work out. Do you believe me?”
I shook my head again.
“It will be,” he said, sounding so certain I was almost tempted to believe him for a second. “I’ll sort this whole fucking mess out, and then I’ll be off. I’ll get out of your lives, I’ll let you be, baby girl.”
“Don’t.” I wished I hadn’t sounded so pathetic. “I don’t want you to go.”
“What do you want?” he demanded, and I felt tears pricking my eyes.
I felt ashamed. Like a little girl who can’t keep her emotions at bay. He wasn’t even my father. He was… just Levi.
My Levi.
He was always mine. Mine and Amanda’s more so than our mother’s.
“I want you to stay,” I said. “I want you to fuck me again…”
He moved his hand to my hair and tugged on it.
“Please,” I whispered. “I really want you to fuck me again.”
“Please what?” he asked softly.
“Daddy,” I managed to get out. “Daddy, please.”
His fingers trailed a line down my spine and I shivered when he reached my ass and cupped it. My butt bounced for him and he grinned to himself with dark intentions when it did.
“You just focus on being happy,” he told me.
“I’m not happy when you’re not,” I confessed, and he grinned even wider.
“Good girl,” he said. “The happier you make me, the happier you’ll be, baby girl.”
His hand snapped back up, wrapping around my throat. I didn’t make a sound, just looked up at him with wide, adoring eyes.
“Kiss me,” I begged him so needily, but the ache between my legs was too much to feel embarrassed. “Kiss me, Daddy. Kiss me please.”
“I can’t,” he groaned, his free hand reaching up, his thumb hooking in my mouth.
I opened wide for him.
He looked into me, inside my mouth, inside my body.
“Can’t you open wider?” he asked gently, and I shook my head as well as I could. “Oh, baby girl. We’re going to have to stretch that mouth too, aren’t we?”
He chuckled to himself, let go of me and walked out the door all in a matter of seconds.
And then it was just me in the hallway, and my soaked, trembling thighs.
Until I looked up and found my sister standing there, her eyes searching mine.
“K-Kenny?” she asked.7LeviI left home with an erection I couldn’t fight off.
My dick sat heavily between my legs as I drove to work, a painful reminder of what I’d done the previous night. How badly I’d fucked up because I followed my animalistic instincts instead of stopping to think. I’d just made a real fucking mess of my life – and for once, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to charm my way out of this one.
I arrived at work and left my car in the garage before taking the elevator to the top floor of the building. The receptionist made eyes at me, trying to sound sexy as she greeted me, but I ignored her completely. I had bigger worries than an employee having the hots for me. Instead, I made my way into my office, past my personal assistant who rushed after me with a stack of papers in her hands and an annoyed expression.
“You have a conference call in ten minutes,” she babbled. “Three meetings today, and Mr. Evans called asking for you to call him back. I’ve got all your messages here but I need to take an early lunch break, my son hasn’t been feeling well and I have to–”
“Angela,” I interrupted her, holding a hand up.
She stopped in her tracks, staring at me as I gave her a placating smile.