8
Henry
I’ve never felt this territorial in all my life. I’ve never even been with a woman before, preferring to focus on business and helping people. After the hardships I had as a kid all I wanted to do was make a boatload of money and pay it forward, helping out children so they wouldn’t have to grow up like I did.
But who would have guessed that an eighteen-year-old ‘kid’ would fall from the sky and wind up here? Then again she’s far from a kid. What we shared outside that haunted house was strictly adult-based, yet it was laced with this need to provide, protect, and care for this little girl who’s flipped my world upside down.
But how do I tell her this without making her turn and run? The last thing I want to do is scare her off. I don’t want to pressure her in anyway to do anything until she’s ready, but damn am I ever ready to put a baby inside her.
“I’m going to take a shower real quick,” she announces, her words making my heart pound in my ears and blood throb in my veins. I don’t give anything away simply nodding instead, trying to hide my massive erection under the covers…not an easy task.
With the party still going in full swing, every guest room for the night is already claimed. She literally has only one option, and that’s to sleep here in my bed. Granted it’s a California King so there’s plenty of space and I’m going to summon all the willpower I have not to lay a finger on her, although that’s going to be the greatest challenge I’ve ever faced.
I crank the aircon full blast but it doesn’t help. I fist my cock under the sheets and lean back in bed, exhaling hard.
“Everything ok?” a voice sweeter than honey wafts through the air.
“Yeah, just relaxing a bit,” I shoot out, my body jerking forward as I sit up in bed. Damn, it’s probably obvious what I was doing.
“Do you happen to have a shirt I can borrow?”
She shrugs her shoulders, her breasts rising and falling underneath the towel as I survey her body, glistening and wet from her shower.
“Yeah, let me find one,” I reply before fumbling through my dresser for the oldest workout tank top I have, knowing it will be soft and hoping it will be long enough to cover her.
I toss it her way and she catches it, darting behind the door and not ten seconds later she’s out of the attached master bathroom and in the bedroom.
My heart hammers against my ribcage like a piston in a Lamborghini going two hundred miles per hour as I slowly take in every inch of visible skin. The tank top is predictably way too big and the sideboob on display is not making this any easier on my cock, until something concerning catches my eye.
“What happened there?” I ask, pointing to her upper arm.
“Oh, nothing. I just…fell down the stairs.”
I narrow my focus. “Rule number two. You can never lie to Daddy. Daddy needs to know everything in order to help you.”
“I don’t need help, but thank you.”
“I’ll decide that, and if you decide to withhold information from me…well, don’t. Because I’ll always find out what I want to know.”
She says and does nothing.
“I’ll ask again, sweetheart. What happened?”
She breathes in deep and blows it out. “After dad died my boss seemed to think that it was an open invitation to do whatever he wanted to me, say whatever he liked.”
I grit my teeth. “What does that mean?” The thought of another man touching what’s mine makes my blood boil with rage and although it’s been a long day and seconds ago I was hornier than hell, I could very easily get out of bed, get dressed and go kick some guy’s ass six ways to Sunday.
“It’s nothing, really,” she says, dismissively waving a hand.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Now,” I command, putting my verbal foot down for the last time.
“The business was having trouble so he used to…grab me and ask me why I was making so many mistakes. I knew I wasn’t, that he just needed someone to unleash his frustrations on. He never hit me or anything, but he started grabbing me harder and harder.”
“Did you report it?”
She shakes her head. “No, I was just happy to have a job, any job…until he told me I needed to show him just how happy I was to be gainfully employed.”
Now I really want to kill this bastard.