Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

Something that said, Daddy’s baby girl.

Shit. What was wrong with him? He didn’t even know if he wanted to be a Daddy Dom. And if he did, he didn’t want to be her Daddy Dom.

Right?

“Well, I’ll get a heat pack for your neck. That might help. And some massage could be beneficial too.” The nurse shot him a look. “Try not to stress, all right? Everything will be okay.”

Why the hell would she say that? She had no fucking idea if everything would be okay. Wolfe glared at her. “She needs something that’s easy to eat but nutritious if she’s to build up her health and muscle mass.”

“I’ll go see what we have.”

“Wolfe, that was rude,” she scolded.

“How?” he asked.

“Well, you could have said please.”

He shrugged. “I could have. But I find it’s better not to mix commands with pleasantries. Besides, she annoyed me by saying everything will be all right. She can’t know that.”

“She didn’t mean anything by it.”

“What?”

“Saying everything would be okay. It’s something people just say, even if they don’t know. To reassure you.”

“People shouldn’t lie,” he insisted. “They shouldn’t say things if they don’t know they’re true.”

“It’s not a lie.”

“It is.”

“Still all black and white, aren’t you? No room for any gray in your life?”

He studied her. “Maybe there’s some room. Tell me why, Genevieve. Why shouldn’t I just convince Caleb and Aleki to leave? To go home and forget about you.”

He wasn’t certain he could. But she didn’t know that.

She stared up at him, her gaze shockingly fierce. “You should do just that. Take them away, Wolfe. Forget all about me. Don’t look back. Make them leave and be happy. They deserve it.”

“And you? What do you deserve?”

“Nothing. I deserve nothing.”

The nurse returned before he could press her further. She set down a bowl of soup then helped arrange the heat pack. Genevieve sat back against the raised bed, looking exhausted. If he was a thoughtful, kind guy, he would let her be. Let her rest.

But he wasn’t that guy.

He picked up the soup and dismissed the nurse. It was more of a broth, but he supposed that might be better on her tummy. He stirred it then brought some to his mouth, testing the temperature before blowing on it.

“Did you just blow on my soup?” she asked.

“It was too hot. I don’t want you to burn yourself.” He scowled. “That woman obviously has no experience with heating soup. I’ll take care of it from now on.”

He held up a spoonful to her lips.

“I’m not hungry.”

He didn’t move the spoon. He wouldn’t until she took it. Finally, she sighed and let him feed it to her. A sense of satisfaction filled him that he decided not to examine too closely. He continued to feed her in silence until she turned her head away.