Daddy's Desperate Little Girl (Wounded Daddies 7)
“Well, she decided she didn’t want to have a committed relationship and ended things with me.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, even though I’m not sorry at all. I’m impressed at how willing he is to share with me. The truth is, I moved here for similar reasons. In my case, though, I was the one who ended the relationship after I caught my Daddy cheating on me. I was hurt by the infidelity but more hurt by the years he put me down, telling me I wasn’t good enough, that I was stupid and would never amount to anything. I know that’s not true, but ever since Darian, I have a hard time believing it.
Waylon nods. “Thank you, little girl. I’m over the relationship now. It hurt for a long time, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Why doesn’t it matter anymore?” I blush, afraid I’m prying too much, but he shows no sign of irritation when he answers.
“Well, just because she didn’t think I was worth being her forever, Daddy doesn’t mean I’m not worth it. I know I’m a good Daddy. I just need the right little girl.”
I reach forward and grab his hand. “Maybe I can be that little girl,” I say, blushing furiously. I’ve never been this forward with a man before.
He smiles at me. “I hope so.”
I don’t know that any other answer in the world could have made me so happy.
A few minutes later, we park in front of a large building with bright neon signs that advertise ARCADE GAMES. My eyes widen, and I look at Waylon, my mouth open in shock.
He smiles at me. “What would you like to play first, little girl?”
I squeal and throw my arms around him. “Oh, thank you, Daddy!”
He laughs and returns my embrace. He has a musky smell that intoxicates me, and I feel my nipples harden under my top. We separate, and he says, “It’s polite to answer when someone asks you a question, little girl.” He smiles as he says it, and his tone makes it clear he’s teasing me, not correcting me.
Still, I make a show of looking contritely up at him and saying, “I’m sorry, Daddy. Can I play that game where you have to roll the ball into a target?”
He smiles. “Absolutely.”
I stare up at this sexy man and decide I want to be his forever little girl. Well, first things first. “Race you inside!” I call and sprint for the door.