Page 110 of Daddy's Trust


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In another lifetime, with a different upbringing, she might have pursued Cash. Have chosen him as her Daddy.

But not this lifetime.

“Why do you look so sad? I take care of the things that belong to me.”

Hmm. That was enough of that. She narrowed her gaze at him as she typed on his phone.

“I do not belong to you.”

“I think I’ve already explained that you do. While you’re here, you to belong to me. And I’m going to take care of you. Get used to it.”

Get used to it? Could he hear himself right now?

“You’re an arrogant man, Cash Savage.”

He smirked at her. “I appreciate the compliment.”

Grr.

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“Sure it was.” He bopped her on the nose. Again.

What was with all the nose bopping? The man was losing his mind!

He stood and held out his hand.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she told him.

“I should think not. We haven’t talked about the rules you’ll need to follow and the consequences that will occur if you break them.”

This wasn’t happening.

Was he having some sort of strange stroke? Where he thought that he was someone else?

Someone that she had to listen to and obey?

Um. She really didn’t think so. He must have gotten sick of waiting for her to stand, because he picked her up, holding her against his chest like a . . . like a baby.

Oh God.

A rush of happiness made her go slightly lightheaded and she buried her face into his chest. She should protest, but there was no way that she could type right now. And it wasn’t like she could fight her way free.

He had a hundred pounds on her and a lot more muscle.

At least that’s what she told herself, anyway. She could have attempted to free herself.

But why bother?

The man obviously wanted to hold her. He carried her into the house as though she weighed nothing.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “See what happens when you obey me? When you let me make the decisions? It feels good, doesn’t it?”

God. She should really protest that. Did he seriously think that having him make decisions made her feel good? That obeying him made her go all soft and gooey?

Because if he did think that then he’d be very, very right.

And she was in very big trouble.