Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
"I haven't seen it, but Kenzie filled me in."
"Kenzie?"
"She helps run my social media. I guess people were sending me pictures of their…um…well, they were sending me inappropriate things this morning," she mumbles. "She had to turn off my messages."
My expression falls into a glower. "They were sending you dick pics?"
"Yeah," she whispers.
"Fucking assholes," I growl.
The angel on my shoulder whispers that murder is illegal.
So is sexual harassment, the devil on his other side whispers back.
"I'm used to dealing with trolls. Well, Kenzie is used to it. It's apparently a mortal sin to be plus-sized and talented in this world." I can practically hear her eyes roll. "I guess we're all supposed to fit some archaic, ridiculous stereotype, or we break brains and common human decency."
"Send them to daddy, baby girl," I croon, my eyes narrowed. "I'll set every single one of the motherfuckers straight."
"You would, wouldn't you?"
"In a heartbeat. No one gets to talk to you with anything less than respect. I won't allow that."
"You're really sweet," she whispers, a smile in her voice.
"No, I'm not. I'm a stubborn pain the ass according to my brothers. But you're mine to protect, princess. If someone has something to say, they can say it to me. They don't get to talk shit about you unless they want to deal with me. I'm nice to you. I'll be the biggest fucking bastard they've ever met," I growl.
"People are saying a lot today, Madden."
"What do you call me, Olive?"
"Daddy," she whispers.
"Good girl." Fuck, I love calling her that. I love talking to her. I love the thought of defending and protecting this princess. I love everything about her.
"I changed my mind," she blurts.
My heart stops beating. It just fucking stops.
"If the offer still stands, I want to see you tonight."
It takes my mind a minute to catch up. Jesus Christ. I thought she was saying she changed her mind about us. "I told you, princess. I'll be here waiting whenever you want to see me. As often as you want to see me."
"I don't think we should meet in public though. Um, not because I don't want to be seen with you. I just don't want our first time meeting face to face to be with an audience." She laughs softly. "I kind of want you all to myself for a little while before I have to share you."
"Name the time and place."
"Can you meet me at the studio? We'll be done around five. It'll just be me afterward."
"I'll be there by six," I promise. "I'll even bring dinner."
"You don't have to do that."
"What do you call me?"
"Daddy."
"Then yeah, I do have to do that," I say. "Being your daddy isn't just calling myself that to get us off. I have to earn the right to be your daddy. And that means ensuring that you're taken care of in every way. It's no hardship on my part, princess. The thought of being the man who gets to feed you, hold you, and love you is a hell of a thing."
"Oh," she whispers. "I…have you ever…?"
"Have I ever what?"
"Has anyone ever called you daddy before?"
"Never, princess. Until you, I didn't know how goddamn badly I wanted it. It's you. You make me want it."
"Me too. I never…I mean, um, I never even thought about it before you. I'm still…" She huffs out an adorable breath, stumbling all over her words.
"Stop," I growl, reaching beneath the desk to squeeze my cock. "I know what you're about to say. Hearing you say you saved yourself for daddy is going to have me ripping my goddamn office apart in an attempt to keep myself in it until you're done for the day."
She laughs, the sweetest fucking sound I've ever heard.
"I'll see you at six, baby girl."
"See you at six." She pauses. "Hey."
"Yes, baby girl?"
"I saved myself for you, daddy."
I'm mid-growl when she disconnects, her happy laughter stealing my whole heart.
Fucking hell. Where did this girl come from?
Chapter Six
Olive
At exactly five minutes until six, Madden raps on the door to the studio. I fly across the floor to let him in, my heart pounding with excitement. I thought I'd be nervous, but I'm not. I've never wanted to see someone more than I want to see this man right now.
I haven't been able to stop thinking about him all day. I thought about what Kenzie said this morning. I considered it from every angle while I taught the choreography to everyone. It took far longer for them to pick it up than usual.
Half of the people packed into the studio weren't dancers. I doubt they've ever been to a studio before today. They came to gawk at me. But the thing is…I don't think I care. Maybe in five years or ten years or twenty years, I will. But right now, I don't want to sacrifice my happiness for my career. I don't want to sacrifice Madden and what's already growing between us just for the sake of privacy.