He laughs, "My ex used to be here for hours upon hours. I hated it. At least you fed me."
I grin. "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."
He chuckles, "That's one of the ways," he comments and I ignore it, there's no way that I'm getting into that right now.
As we’re leaving, my cell rings. Reaching into my purse, I pull it out and see a number that I don’t recognize. “Hello?”
With just one phone call, my heart shatters, but relief washes through me too.
My mom is dead.
CHAPTER7
WAYNE
I’m anxious to get back, this is the longest that I've been away from her and I fucking hate it. I've turned into one of those possessive men that can't be without their women. Not that I give a fuck, my girl is amazing, not only in but also out of the bedroom. Since we've been together, my sex drive has skyrocketed. Whenever we're within touching distance, I have to have her. She's just as bad, anytime she's around me she grinds her ass against my cock and just like that I'm fucking her against the nearest surface.
“Boss,” Hardy says and I glance at him through the rearview mirror. “Georgina has received word that Debbie is dead.”
Fuck. I had hoped to be the one to tell her. It was one of the reasons I was away from home. Needing the witnesses in case the cops came sniffing in my direction. It’s what I pay people for. That bitch is out of her life and Georgie can rest easy now knowing that cunt can’t hurt her again. Something that my girl doesn’t know is that her father is also dead. That bastard fared a lot worse than her mother—so much so that he’s now unrecognizable.
No one hurts my woman and gets to live to tell the tale. She’s safe now and that’s all that matters.
I send her a text, letting her know that I’ll be home shortly.
Me: I’ll be there soon.
Baby girl: Yes. I have a surprise for you.
I’m anxious to get home and gauge her emotions.
Me: What surprise?
Baby girl: You'll have to wait.
Me: No, show me.
An image comes on my screen; a picture of a Victoria’s Secret bag.
Instantly my cock stirs.
Baby girl: I wanted to surprise you when you got home.
Me: I don't care, put it on and wait for me.
Baby girl: Daddy.
I can imagine her whispering my name.
Me: Baby girl, put it on.
Baby girl: Okay, Daddy.
Me: Lie down on my bed and wait for me.
Baby girl: Okay Daddy.
Me: Good girl. I'll be there soon.