He didn’t reply after I sent the last message telling him I’d be ready and then called himDaddyfor the second time tonight. It was a risk to goad him like that, when it seems like he’s been on edge lately. If it weren’t for the alcohol flowing through my veins, making me feel free and brave, I know I wouldn’t have said or done any of it.
He said he’s coming to get me and there’s a part of me that hopes it’s true. The other part of me is a tiny bit terrified that I poked the bear and am about to regret my very bold choices. Another bold choice was to change into our pajamas, also known as a t-shirt and panties, in case he really does decide to show up. So here I am–half naked–dancing in Wrinley’s living room toInDa Clubby 50 Cent on repeat. It’s a fucking jam and I’ll die on that hunk of a hill.
“Uh oh,” Wrinley pauses and points out the window. “Looks like Daddy’s home. God, this is going to be fucking amazing.”
I ignore her and keep dancing with my eyes closed, because if I stop, I’ll chicken out and give up our little ruse to avoid the punishment that is most likely coming my way. Although, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. My insides are vibrating with need at the thought of all the dirty things I’d like him to do to me.
She must have paused to open the door, because I hear him before I see him. His voice is low and husky. “Arabella,” he yells above the music. “I hope you’re prepared for what comes next, brat. Get dressed and grab your shit. We’re leaving.”
I steele my nerves before turning to face him and when our eyes lock, there’s a heat in his gaze I’ve never seen before. In my peripheral vision, I can see Wrinley making lewd gestures that appear to be suggesting I blow him where he stands, but I shove that visual away and focus my attention back to the stunning man in front of me.
“I’m not ready to go yet,” I tell him in a low voice, but still standing firm.
His eyes roam up and down my body, sending chills through me, and fuck if it doesn’t have me ready to back down, get on my knees and beg his forgiveness already. Iwantto be good for him, but I’ve also never done anything truly rebellious in my life and it feels invigorating to push him like this, even though I know I’ll regret it.
“Oh trust me when I say your fun is over. Grab your stuffnowor I’ll do it for you and carry you out of here over my shoulder.”
We’re clearly at an impasse–a battle of wills to see who’ll budge first as we stand there, his arms crossed and mine at my sides, hands balled into fists. We’re staring at each other, bothbreathing heavily, waiting like the next move will decide both our fates.
Spoiler alert–I lost.
27
Ryker
Ialmost came in my jeans at the sight of her standing there in nothing but her lacy panties and t-shirt. The t-shirt does nothing to hide her perky nipples peaked underneath it and while the lace fabric hid her pussy fairly well, herunderwearwas actually a fuckingthong, so I got a full picture of her soft, round, luscious ass. All I wanted was to fucking bite it and make her jump from the pain so I could kiss it better.
She won’t be getting any pleasure from me, though, because tonight she’s in so much trouble.
The alcohol seems to have her feeling braver and bolder than usual, evidenced by the fact that she’s not budging at my insistence she grab her stuff so we can go. Is she trying to call my bluff? Does she not believe I’ll haul her ass out of here over my shoulder? She’s about to learn that I don’t bluff.
I step forward and she answers by taking a mirrored step back, but I’m too quick for her. Her reflexes are clearly sluggish from drinking, so I grab her around the waist and hoist her over my shoulder in one swift motion.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she screams, punching my back. “I’m too heavy, put me down before you hurt yourself.”
“Hush. I warned you and gave you a chance to do this the easy way and you chose wrong. So now, we do it my way,” I explain as I smack her sharply on the ass. Fuck, her ass feels divine under my hand. “Wrinley, gather her stuff so I can take her home, please.”
Her best friend sports a look resembling a deer in headlights, but does as I ask, scurrying around her apartment and gathering her belongings. She stuffs them into a bag and I reach my free hand out to take it from her. Then I motion for her to hand me a blanket, which she quickly does so I can shield her bare ass from the world. I’m already furious. I don’t need to go to jail for beating someone’s ass because they saw hers.
I walk out the door without another word. I’m officially over it.
“Wait! I need to say goodbye. Wrinleyyyyyyy,” she whines while stretching to reach her best friend. Like that’s going to help her.
“Must be nice to want things. I wanted you to be good tonight, yet here we are.”
We’re at my car quickly and I’ve buckled her in, safely, despite the exaggerated pout she’s sporting. I dig out her car keys and toss them to Hayes. “Just take it to my place, please. Park it in my guest spot.”
He nods and takes off, leaving me to deal with my little rule breaker.
By the time I slide into the car, she’s already yawning. So I drive and think about how I’m going to teach her a well-earned lesson.
Arabella
I wake up in Ryker’s living room, covered in a warm, fluffy blanket. How the fuck did I get back here? It’s dark and I still feel buzzed. Glancing at my watch, it’s not even midnight. My face falls into my hands and I groan.
“Good, you’re awake,” his voice startles me, causing me to jump. He’s sitting in hisman in chargechair, leaning back with his legs spread wide. It may be dark, but I can clearly see his eyes staring back at me and it causes a shiver to travel up my spine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed that I acted the way I did. I can see on his face he’s not happy.
