“I love you.”
“Fuck.” He kissed me again. “I can never tire of you saying that.”
I smiled against his lips, melting into his embrace. “I love you too, Chelsea,” he said, surprising me. He cupped my cheek and kissed my nose. “I want you to be my forever sugar baby.”
I giggled. “What?”
“Marry me.” His smile widened. “Let me spoil you every day.”
Marriage?
I swallowed, leaning back. “You’re going too fast?—”
Sean pulled me back into another kiss, and I couldn’t resist him. My heart raced, pounding in my ears, and my stomach fluttered with butterflies. Our clumsy kiss only stopped when the machine kept beeping loudly, noting his high heart rate.
“Silly man,” I whispered underneath my breath, seeing the smile reach his eyes.
45
DADDY’S HUNGRY
CHELSEA
My skirt rode up to my bum, making me bite my lip. A whistle made me stand up straight and glare at the man I loved.
“You come here often?” Sean asked, teasing me from the bed.
It had been a week since he was shot, and after settling into the penthouse, I had promised to take care of him.
I wish I hadn’t. Because Sean was annoyingly pouty and a filthy pervert. He was the worst patient ever.
After helping him bathe or shower, he would demand me to sit on his face so he could feel better about his pain or ask me to give him a hand job or a blow job. One time, he even asked me if he could fuck my tits.
If it weren’t for his scar, I would think he was enjoying being a patient and asking for my help in everything. Brushing his teeth, feeding him, helping him wear boxers, applying skincare, shaving his stubble and even helping him drink water. I ordered a Stanley cup for him so he would stop acting like a spoiled child.
“If you hit on me one more time,” I warned him, but he winked at me from the bed.
“Or what? Will you spank me, Princess?” He crooned, dropping the book he was reading and patted the empty space on the bed. Despite him being clingy, he had never once woke me up from my sleep, even though I knew how uncomfortable he felt because of the wound. He sometimes took the prescribed sleeping pills.
“Maybe I should,” I said, trying to stretch down the hem of the skirt. He had asked me—no, begged me to wear a sexy nurse outfit for him. I was too much of a nice girlfriend to ever reject him. “Where did you even find this? It’s so racy.”
His eyes were glazed with lust. “I ordered it online. I knew you would look sexy in this.” He leaned up from his sitting position and said, “Please come here, Princess.”
I did not trust his words.
“Why?”
His eyes darkened. “Daddy’s hungry.”
I scoffed and picked up the newspaper from the floor. I frowned, reading the headline, ignoring the filthy catcalls from my boyfriend.
“Did you read this?” I asked, walking towards the bed and flipping the paper. Sean didn’t like getting newspapers, but sometimes my mom stopped over at the penthouse with soups and baked dishes, and she enjoyed reading newspapers, so he had got them delivered for her. It was sweet that she had accepted him as my boyfriend, and they were also slowly getting back on good terms.
“Read what?”
I pointed to the photo of the man from the club. “He is the one who bought me at my second auction.” I shook my head. “I can’t believe he’s dead. Why do you think it’s—hey, I was reading that!”
Sean had snatched the newspaper from me and threw it away. “Not anymore, you’re not,” he said, his tone changing from playful to deep. I gasped when he pulled me down on the bed and rolled over me.
