I was never a rule breaker, even in my teenage years, when defying parents is part of the expectation. I’ve always had a softness in my heart for him, wanting to see him smile and be proud of me.
It’s always been us against the world.
I know that I’m not a little kid who clings to her daddy anymore. But now that I’m older, we’ve become friends too. We hang out, go to lunch or dinner together, send memes and videos on socials to one another.
Which is why sitting next to him right now, knowing that I’ve beenunknowinglybreaking one of his rules, iscreating such an ache in my chest. It’s like I’ve been betraying him in secret, unaware that my happiness has been built on lies and deceit.
Am I being dramatic? Yeah, probably. But it’s just how I feel.
But then there’shim.
A shiver runs down my back at the mere thought of Bates, knowing that right now, if I were to turn my head and look at him, I’d already find him staring at me.
He’s … obsessive, possessive, andinfuriating.
My phone buzzes on the table, and my dad chuckles. I would be concerned that he read anything if I didn’t know that it was locked with even the sender’s name concealed.
“That thing’s been going crazy. Anything I should be worried about?” He takes a sip of his drink. “Or is Kerrigan up to her shenanigans?”
That earns him a smile, which tugs at the corners of my lips. But when I reach for my phone to turn it over and read the messages, I know they’re not from Kerrigan.
Well, I’m sure there are a few from her, begging for an update after I filled her in on my discovery last night in my closet.
Two messages from Ker.
Ten messages from My Masked Valentine.
I swallow hard and click on Ker’s texts first.
Ker Bear: If you don’t give me a morsel of information, I’m going to lose my mind
Ker Bear: And I’ve lost it
Feeling my dad’s wandering eyes, I grin at him. “You guessed right. Kerrigan.”
He shakes his head, smiling. She’s practically his adopted daughter from how close the two of us are. Thankfully, he falls into conversation with one of his assistant coaches, leaving me privacy to open the other set of messages.
My Masked Valentine: You look so goddamn incredible
My Masked Valentine: I’m going crazy over here
My Masked Valentine: And you won’t even look at me …
My Masked Valentine: Serena, Serena, Serena
His sweetness starts to fade, morphing into the possessive masked man I’ve come to know as he taunts me.
My Masked Valentine: Are you going to tell him? Now’s your chance, baby.
My Masked Valentine: Tell him how one of his players bent you over a table at your office and fucked you until you could barely stand
My Masked Valentine: Tell him how you confessed to me that you wanted me to chase you, render you helpless, and take you in every way possible
My Masked Valentine: Tell him how one of his star forwards handcuffed you to the bed and made you beg for it
My Masked Valentine: Tell him how good you behaved when I got you off with a toy while I was in the same hotel as him for an away game
My Masked Valentine: Or how moments ago, your pussy was crying out for me, desperate for my cock
