Sutton: Apology accepted. And I feel you girl. BUT I took your advice and played the game last weekend, and I have a date with Royal tomorrow night!
I’m smiling down at the screen when a burst of wind hits me, the icy blast burning my cheeks and making me shudder.
When my phone buzzes again, I expect it to be Sutton. Instead, another name pops up, striking me stupid.
Daddy: Are you going to ring the doorbell, or am I going to have to warm your ass up with my palm to stop you from shivering?
A loud gasp escapes me.
Did he just…?
Also, he seriously put himself in my phone as Daddy? I don’t know how I missed that. What an egotistical asshole.
And what the fuck is wrong with me that I’m once again turned on by his attitude?
Daddy: You have five seconds to make up your mind before I make it for you.
I scoff and glare at the door, searching for the camera. “Youwouldn’t.”
“Wanna bet?” The garbled words come from a speaker on a panel near the door.
Head dropped back, I huff. Asshole.
At the sound of a car turning down the street, I straighten, formulating a plan. He thinks he can order me around? Joke’s on him. He’s about to watch me leave.
“Savannah.” The bark is louder this time. The door swings open, and the man himself appears, lit from behind.
Without a word, I turn on my heel and stomp toward the road, where a dark car is approaching.
“You’re not getting in the car with a stranger at midnight,” Camden commands from behind me.
I wave my phone over my head. “His name is Ron, and he’s not a stranger; he’s on the app.”
He makes a noise that sounds like a growl. “Can we stop playing these games for a minute? It’s not safe.”
I whip around and cross my arms, once again fighting the icy wind. Games? He thinks I’m playing games?
I don’t play games. I don’t even know why the hell I’m here right now. He’s the one messing with my head. Telling me he’s not done with me, then not calling, then getting pissed when he sees me out with someone else.
“Yeah, I’m all set with whatever this is,” I say, motioning between the two of us. “I’ve gone twenty-seven years without being told what to do, and you’re not my father, so cool it with this whole fake concern. I’ll be just fine.”
I spin and continue toward the car that’s pulled up to the curb.
Before I can open the door, I’m lifted off the ground and flipped upside down. I barely have a chance to screamwhat the hell?before Camden’s palm makes contact with my ass. “You’re damn right I’m not your father. I’m your goddamn Daddy, and you’re being a brat.”
“Ma’am, are you okay?” the driver calls through the window. “I’m calling the police.”
Camden turns his back to the road so that I’m facing the driver. “Tell him you’re fine.”
I shove myself up, my hands splayed on Camden’s back, and sigh, the annoyance flowing through me growing stronger. Yeah, I’m irritated as shit by Camden’s ridiculous behavior, but I don’t actually want the driver to call the police.
“Just a little argument with my…” I almost say daddy. I seriously want to punch myself repeatedly in the face. “Date,” I grind out. “We’re fine. Sorry to bother you. I’ll put a hundred percent tip on the ride. Thank you!”
The guy stares me down, brows furrowed like he’s not sure I’m telling the truth.
With one hand braced on Camden’s lower back, I wave. “Seriously, I’m fine.” Though the blood rushing to my head is making my brain a little foggy. “Could you put me down?” I hiss to my captor.
“I will when we get inside.”
