Holly stiffened. She couldn’t tell him the truth, but she was a horrible liar. “Oh, well…”
“Caylee, baby girl, we need to go home,” Nolan said.
Caylee stood up and hugged her quickly before walking to Nolan and taking his hand.
Holly waited until the elevator door closed before she focused on Jonah again.
“Answer my question, baby.”
The way he stood there with his arms crossed told her she was already in trouble, but she didn’t know why.
“Oh, well, we were just talking…”
He sighed. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
“Why?”
“Don’t argue with me, baby. Now march your ass into the bedroom. Now.”
She stood and slowly made her way to him. He instantly turned and followed closely behind her, making her even more nervous.
He closed the door behind them. “Strip.”
She swallowed. “Daddy, you’re scaring me.”
He made his way to her and cradled her face in his hands. “You’ve got to know I would never hurt you, baby.”
“Well, I thought I did, but I can tell you’re angry with me, and I haven’t dealt with you when you’re mad.”
“I don’t care how mad I get. There is never a chance that I would ever hurt you.”
“Can you tell me why you’re mad?” she asked.
“I think you already know.”
“No, I don’t.” She was so confused.
“Who did you call?”
Her breath caught in her throat, and her stomach felt like it twisted in her stomach. “How did you kn—”
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I called my mother.”
“Oh, what for?”
She turned, walked to the window, and wrapped her arms around her waist. “I don’t want to tell you.”
“You don’t have a choice. I’m your daddy, and you always have to listen to me and answer my questions.”
She turned and raised her chin. “No, I don’t.”
Jonah sighed and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m getting undressed,” he said.