Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I’m shaking after I accept that time slot and hang up. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. My life has taken a one-eighty in just over twelve hours. I don’t have time to ponder the implications. I have to get going.
Chapter Eight
I’m giddy when Tate shows up precisely at six o’clock. I open the door with a pep in my step and hold it wide to let him in.
He smirks. “You’re awfully chipper, Little girl. Did you eat a lot of gummy bears today?”
I roll my eyes. “No. I only ate a few after lunch. And I brushed my teeth really well when I got home.” I open my mouth wide and tip my head all around so he can inspect my teeth. “My new boyfriend is a dentist.”
He grabs me around the waist and hauls me against him, kissing me senseless without hesitation. “Sassy girl,” he mutters when he releases my lips. “Where is the gummy bear stash?”
I giggle. “I’m not telling.”
He chuckles. “Did you pack any to bring to my house?”
I shake my head. “Nope. I packed Now and Laters.”
He gasps, his eyes widening in horror. “Please tell me you’re kidding. I might be able to tolerate a few gummy bears in your mouth from time to time, but Now and Laters are banned from your existence starting now.”
I figured he would say that. I put on a fake pout. “But, Daddy…”
“I mean it. I’m putting my foot down. Those things are evil. Do you know how much money parents pay every year for fillings and then the fillings that get pulled out from those evil squares of sugar?”
I giggle. “I’m kidding. I don’t eat them. They take too long to chew. I’m too impatient.”
He blows out a relieved breath. “How about lollipops? Those are safer, especially if they’re made out of natural ingredients. How about if you switch to lollipops?”
I curl up my nose. “Where can you buy lollipops with natural ingredients? That sounds icky.”
He laughs. “Well, they have them at Littleworld.”
My eyes go wide. “Have you been there?”
“Yep. A few times. They don’t have a permanent dentist on the island. I go over for a few weeks every year to help out.”
My jaw drops. I’ve never imagined a scenario in which I might get to go to Littleworld. Could I maybe go with Tate someday? If we stay together. I mean we’ve only been dating for like one day. It seems intense and fast-paced, but that doesn’t mean we’ll really make it together.
He steps closer, pulling me in tight against him. “Did you want to go to Littleworld, Baby girl?”
I shrug as if it isn’t that big of a deal, but I’m sure I’ve already given away my feelings with my expressions. “I heard only really regressed Littles go there.” Layla went, and I know she was deeply regressed, but Amelia moved there recently. She’s deeply regressed, too.
Tate kisses my nose. “Yes, but I bet you could try it. We could practice at home and see how it makes you feel first. If you hate it, we won’t go.”
“But…you would still go without me…” That part makes me sad.
He thinks for a second. “I’m not going anywhere without you, Sophia. Not ever again.”
I lean into him, practically swooning.
“Did you pack for a few days?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you need to do anything else around the house first? Plants need watering? A pet chameleon needs feeding?”
I giggle and shake my head. “Neither.”
“Then I guess we’re off.” He releases me to turn and pick up my bag by the front door. He heaves it up, grunting as though it weighs a thousand pounds.
I swat at his arm. “Daddy…”
He chuckles. “You do realize you won’t need anything in this bag while you’re at my house, right?”
I frown. “Why not?”
“Because I already bought you the few clothes you’ll need, and besides, I like you naked.” He winks.
My cheeks heat. “I can’t stay naked all the time.”
“Why not?” he teases as he leads me out the front door. He takes my key and locks it before tucking it in my bag.
Soon, I’m safely buckled into his SUV just like last night, and Tate is pulling away from my house. It’s surreal. I’m going to his home. I suspect it will be nicer than mine. Much nicer.
I fidget while he drives, looking around, watching where we’re going. When he pulls into a gated neighborhood, I gasp. This is way, way, way nicer than any place I’ve ever lived or even visited. I suddenly feel out of his league.
“You okay, Little one?” he asks as he takes my hand.
I nod, gripping his fingers. My eyes are wide as I take in the homes up and down the streets of his neighborhood. They’re all different. Unique. Custom-built.
When Daddy pulls into the driveway of an extremely modern home, I can’t believe my eyes. There are so many windows. I think the living room and whatever is above it are just wall to wall windows.