He eases his hold on me when he notices I’m no longer trying to get out or hit him. He stares into my eyes for a moment before a smile forms on his lips.
“Greyson, there’s nothing funny about this. I don’t understand why you’d feel the need to do that. Why would you hide that from me? It just makes me feel dirty.” I pout as my eyes begin to water.
I don’t know why this is affecting me so much; it’s not like he cheated on me or anything like that. They were only pictures and videos of me. But it’s the fact that he felt he needed to do it secretly that bothers me.
“You went through my phone, you naughty girl,” he says with a smirk.Oh my God! He really wants to die.
“I’m serious!” I say furiously as a tear slips out. I shut my eyes, hating how vulnerable I am right now, and take a deep breath while trying to calm my emotions.
“Bunny…” he whispers as I feel the pad of his thumb wiping away my tear, then his lips press softly to the previously wet skin, followed by my lips, but I don’t kiss him back.
“Look at me. Please, baby?” I sigh and slowly open my eyes. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have told you. But you seem to be forgetting something.” he says, stroking my cheek.
“What?” I grumble, still not entirely pleased with the situation.
“That we had this talk already, and you told me you were okay with it as long as you didn’t know it was happening.” He smirks as realization hits me.
“Shit, I did say that.” I sigh, feeling like an idiot for freaking out when I did technically give him consent to do it.
“Look, if you’ve changed your mind about that, it’s okay. It won’t happen again, and if you want me to delete everything, I will. I never meant to make you feel cheap or dirty, Em. I just miss you when I’m away, and sometimes jerking off only to thoughts of you isn’t enough.”
“I can understand that. And I’m sorry for… well, going batshit crazy on you. But maybe next time we could try with me knowing about it instead and see how it goes from there.”
“Okay. I’m good with that.” He comes back down, kissing my lips once more, and this time, I respond to his touch. “Do I have to delete it? Because you’re really hot in it. I don’t know how far you watched, but holy shit. I never last long.” His eyes darken as he thinks about the content on his phone.
I groan. I don’t mind watching other people having sex, but watching myself? I don’t know, it just seems weird. “You can keep them. But if I find out anyone else has seen that, I’ll murder you. I’m not even joking, Grey.” I push him back, showing him just how serious I am.
“No one but me knows they exist. I promise. Are we good now?”
I smile wildly and push harder against his chest, making him fall over on his back, then climb over him. I bring my face down to his and rub my nose against his. “Yeah, we’re good. You can go back to bed now.” I peck his lips briskly and jump off. “Bye!”
He catches me by the waist before I take my first step, bringing me back down to the mattress. “Or… we could have a little fun while the girls watch Gracie downstairs.” He nibbles my neck, his hands finding their way under my shirt as I giggle.
It took me forty-five minutes to make it back downstairs.
Chapter twenty-eight
Emma
They’re going to kill us.
~ One Week Later ~
Tonight is my birthday dinner with my dad. Originally, Morgan was supposed to babysit Gracie during that time since the boys are away for the next three days. But my father convinced me to bring Gracie along, and if I’m being honest, I’m glad. I worry every time I’m not with her, and I’m guessing he knows that.
Instead of going out for dinner like we had planned, Gracie and I are heading over to my childhood home. My dad assuredme my mother was no longer living there. Apparently, the second he informed her about wanting a divorce, she packed up her things and moved in with some politician claiming to be the next mayor.Absolutely ridiculous.
I park my SUV in front of the house and step out just as my father opens the door and walks down the steps. He heads straight for the back passenger door, where Gracie patiently awaits in her car seat, pulls the door open, unclips her, and lifts her into his arms.
“There’s my beautiful granddaughter.” He holds her in the air before bringing her down and kissing her cheek.
“Dad,” I say, shaking my head.
He simply winks as he comes in to hug my side and kiss my forehead. “Hi, Sunflower. I’ve missed you, sweetheart.”
“I’ve missed you too, Daddy.”
His hand comes up to caress my cheek tenderly as he smiles. “Come on, let’s get inside.”
