Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Ha Daddy won. Now come on girls it's time for dinner.” After dinner, Donnie does the dishes and I go upstairs to help Vick get ready for bed.
She is out by the fifth page of the book. I tuck her in giving her a kiss before turning off her light and heading downstairs. Donnie is on the couch when I walk up to the couch and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
“How was your day handsome?” I ask after kissing his neck. He growls and reaches up yanking me over the couch and onto his lap. I gasp into his mouth as he kisses me. I melt into his touch he pulls back nipping my lip.
“Mmm, it is much better now that you are here.” He says in a gravelly voice. “How was your day Kitten?”
“I dropped out of medical school.” I blurt out. What the hell is wrong with me? He stiffens and arches his brow.
“Today?”
I laugh nervously. “No last year.”
“Then where the hell have you been going this whole time?” He says in an accusing tone.
“I've been going to school but for fashion design not to become a doctor. I don't know why it just popped out of my mouth. Maybe because I didn't want to start our relationship with a lie.” I end with a shrug.
Chapter Eight
Donnie
I was instantly on alert when she said that. Jealousy coursed through my veins. When she explained herself, I actually felt the tension drain from me. With her on my lap, my cock has a mind of its own. I am hard as fuck, but we should at least talk a little before I drive her curvy body into our mattress. Though that is literally all I can think about. I can feel her hot little pussy through her shorts as it rests on my thigh. I need to change the direction of this.
“That was a big decision, Sunshine. Are you sure you are doing what you really want?”
“Positive.” She says nodding. Her green eyes are lit up with excitement.
“I always wondered about the sketches you left lying around.”
“You’ve seen those?” She blushes.
“Some. You left a sketch pad on the dining room table. At first, I thought it was V’s, but when I opened it I could tell right away that it was yours. Your delicate handwriting was all over that thing.”
“What did you think of them and which ones were they?”
“It was all very interesting looking panties. I am no expert, but I thought they were great.”
“That was a steampunk assignment from my Modern Fashion class. Everyone was doing dresses and coats, which are popular in that type of cosplay, but I wanted to be different. I got the only A in the class on that project.”
“Did you actually sew some of those designs?”
“About eight of them. The rest were just patterns.”
“That is amazing.” I know nothing about fashion, but she seems happy and honestly, that is all that I care about.
“So really, tell me how your day was.” She says, laughing.
“I told you before,” I reply.
“No. You gave me a boyfriend answer. I want a real answer.”
“Boyfriend answer?” I say chuckling.
“I didn’t mean boyfriend-boyfriend.” She says, looking mortified. Her blush is so damn sexy.
“You can’t back pedal now, Kitten. Besides, I think you and I are way beyond that. Don’t you think?” I move my hand from her ass and use it to stroke the side of her face. “So damn beautiful,” I say. Her soft smile warms my heart. “But, to answer your question, I
went to the grocery store, paid some bills, watched SportsCenter, got dinner going in the crockpot, moved some of your stuff into my room, and picked V up from piano. Like I said, all boring stuff until you got here.”
“That sounds productive.” She nods before her mouth drops open. “Wait what?” She finished.
“Caught that did you?”
“Well, yeah. Kind of hard not to. I thought we were taking it slow because of V.”
“We are, but now that you are mine, I refuse to not have you by my side at night.”
“I am more than okay with that.” She says, before kissing me lightly. Now that just won’t do so I deepen the kiss. I pull away.
“That’s good, Kitten because I am not sure that I would’ve changed my mind on that one. “ I say honestly.
“I figured as much.” She says sassily.
I give her ass a little swat. “Sassy mouths get fucked,” I growl out.
“Promises. Promises.” I kiss her pouty lips. “Do you want another beer?” She asks, standing and effectively ending that conversation.
“Yeah. That would be good.” She walks toward the kitchen, grabbing a beer and a bottle of water. She comes back to the couch. I love that she plops her ass right back in my lap. Sitting elsewhere never seems to cross her mind. We spend the next few minutes talking about her day. Her last comment about hating riding in Uber’s reminds me that the car I picked out for her was delivered this afternoon. I conveniently left that out of my rundown of the day.