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“Will you behave for daddy?” I ask with another hard spank.

“Yes, daddy!” she pants.

“Good girl.” I massage her hot, reddened skin.

Now she’s earned her prize.

I stroke between her legs, circling her clit and pumping my fingers through her hot, wet channel until she writhes and screams, climaxing so hard I have to hold her over my lap while she chases her release. She’s still coming down from her climax when I toss her onto the bed and strip down. I waste no time claiming her, but flip her onto her knees, line my cock at her entrance, and plunge into her.

She screams and pants as I rock my hips and take her, her tight, hot pussy hugging my cock so perfectly I lose myself to her. Bliss consumes me and I ride my own release while I fist her hair and she climaxes again.

She’s back, and she’s mine.Chapter 11Katie

After one more day and night of lovemaking and room service in the hotel, me with a delightfully sore tush the entire time, Darius’s publicist convinced him it’d be best if we left for our trip early. Apparently, the news crews haven’t let up and though we are untouched by the drama here in our fifty-fifth floor penthouse condo, they’re causing quite a scene and a traffic jam on the street below.

She’s assured us that only his most trusted staff know that we’ll be heading to Georgia. We’ll be safe from the flashing lights of the camera and the nosy journalists there. Besides, Darius said his grandmother has a shotgun, and if anyone trespasses on her property, she’s not afraid to use it.

She seems like quite the character, and I can’t wait to meet her. I just hope I can play the part of fiancée well enough to convince her it's true.

Early this morning, I packed up the clothing he’d purchased for me, my nerves building with every minute I prepared for our trip.

Now, I sit on the private jet tearing petals from the flower the stewardess handed me as a welcome gift when I first boarded.

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me... the delicate yellow ovals flutter onto my tray.

I pull the last one from the center of the flower.

He loves me not.

My heart falls. Silly game. Sneaking a side glance at Darius, I try to imagine my life before him. We’ve known one another such a short time, and yet I have a hard time remembering who Katie Ann Davis was before she met Darius Morrow.

I can’t.

All I feel when I think back to that time before I entered the Sugar Daddies Escort Service meeting is... loneliness.

Having someone take care of you, look out for you, the way he does for me, it's everything.

And I was foolish to think I could leave him behind.

Never did I think I’d say I was grateful for a man tracking me down and spanking my ass, but I am.

I’m grateful that he cared. And if I’m honest? I came really hard after that.

The stewardess comes by, frowning at the mess I’ve made. She goes to push the petals into her open palm, but I hold out my hand to stop her. “No, let me. Sorry about that.”

Scooping the precious remains of the flower, I slide them into my empty cup. As I pick up the stem with the center of the flower still attached, I turn it over in my hands. My breath catches in my throat. There on the back of the flower head is one, tiny yellow petal, just beginning to grow when the flower was picked.

He loves me!

Darius sleeps beside me in his plush chair, but I find myself snuggling down at his side, careful not to wake him. He murmurs sleepily, “There’s a good Katie Kat.” His heavy arm slides out from beneath my ribcage, and he wraps it around my shoulders like a blanket of protection.

The night he chased me down changed things. Before then, he was aloof, detached, and I wondered if I was anything more than a commodity to him. But now... now I’m not sure what to think. In some ways it was easier when he was just the aloof billionaire.

I lay my head on his shoulder and listen to the sound of his deep, heavy breaths.

He loves me.

We are halfway across the country, flying to Peach Orchard, Georgia. This is as far away from home as I’ve ever been. I’ve always lived in Nevada, I’m one of the residents that’s actually from there, who knows how to pronounce it. I’m a Nevadan, and we say, Ne-VAD-uh.

I’ve never been to the South before. Will it be that different from where I’ve grown up? Based on what I’ve seen, I’m thinking it will be. I’m excited, but apprehensive. What will his family think of me? I wish I could sleep, or at least rest my eyes, but I stare straight ahead, worrying... what if they hate me?


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