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She hands up before I can even respond. I drop my phone on the bed, feeling like I just went up against a tornado and lost. Well fuck. My parents are coming to visit. I’m still reeling when my phone rings two hours later.

“Hey, doll.”

“Hey, handsome. How was your night?”

“Busier than normal, but good. How was yours?”

I flop onto my back and let out a sigh.

“Ut oh. Something’s up…” he says.

I’ve been waffling back and forth the last two hours on whether I should tell him about my parent's visit. It’s too soon in our fledgling relationship to bring up parents and family drama. At the same time, I can’t exactly hide the fact that they’ll be here either.

“Tell me what’s wrong, babygirl.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just that my parents are coming to town, and I just found out.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” he asks.

“No, yes, no. Oh, hell, I don’t know. I haven’t seen them since we moved six months ago.”

“Did you leave on bad terms?”

Ugh. Answering that will open up a can of worms that I’m definitely not ready to talk about. Especially not over the phone. Spilling my guts about my deceased husband and how I’m barely over my depression and still in the throes of grief isn’t the easiest thing to do.

“Not really. It’s just complicated.”

Axel chuckles. “Doll, all families are complicated.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” he says.

“If you say so.”

“Oh, I know so. I’ll prove it to you with my hand on that sexy ass of yours.”

That makes me giggle. “You’re a tease.”

“No teasing here, doll. The next time I see you, I’m going to paint your ass red and then fuck you until you black out.”

My pussy clenches at the promise in his tone.

“You want that, don’t you, babygirl?”

“Yes, daddy,” I say in a hoarse whisper.

“Good girl.”

Were my panties wet before? Those two words have them soaked. I love when he calls me his good girl. I could live for those two words from his lips.

“You could come over…” I say hopefully.

“It’s late, babygirl. You need your sleep. Besides, when I get you alone again, I want you to be able to scream the roof down without scarring Henry for life.”

Oh geez, that sounds good. I definitely want some of that.

“Suddenly, I’m not so tired,” I say.


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