I snatch up the spoon, slamming it into the bowl of grits before ramming it into my mouth.
Damn! I hit my tooth!
“Are you okay? I’m pretty sure you’ll need to see a dentist,” he says, smirking.
I roll my eyes at him.
“You’re asking for another spanking.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I shrill.
“You rolled your eyes at me.”
Calm down, you only have to deal with his bullshit for six months.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I bat my eyelashes.
“Good girl.” He pats the top of my head.
I pull my cell phone from my handbag to check if I have any missed phone calls from my mom. Surprisingly I don’t, which is unusual because she’s a worrier. I send her a text, but it doesn’t go through.
“What the hell? My service is off, but I paid the bill.”
“I had your number transferred to your new phone.”
“What new phone?”
“The one I bought and had delivered to your apartment.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“That piece of crap is outdated.” He points his fork at my phone. “And the screen is cracked. Thank you is the proper response.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Your car has been delivered as well. The keys were given to your mother. It’s nothing flashy. I kind of figured you would prefer something simple.”
“You bought me a car?” I ask, incredulously.
No doubt my mom has a million questions for me.
“I did, but for my own selfish reasons.”
“Which are?” I ask, taking a sip of orange juice.
“It’ll be quicker for you to drive to me on your own versus waiting on a taxi.”
“What about insurance, tags—”
“Everything has been taken care of.”
“Okay.” I shouldn’t ask this next question, but I’m curious. “Do you and Josh live together?”
He sits forward, digging his fingernails into my knee. “Let’s get one thing straight. You don’t ask about Josh. He is none of your fucking business. If you ever find yourself about to cross paths with him, it’s in your best interest to take a fucking detour. Is that clear?”
“Crystal,” I grit between clenched teeth. “Please remove your hand.”
“I’m glad we understand each other.” He leans back. “Be at my penthouse by eight tonight.”
