Call Me Daddy Read Online Free Book by Jade West

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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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There’s blood on my knickers, so Daddy Nick heads into my bedroom and finds me a fresh pair. He takes the pack of sanitary pads from my collection of toiletries and tears one open. I wonder if anyone else does this, but it’s only a passing thought. I don’t really care what anyone else does anymore, just as long as it’s good enough for us.

I get to my feet and he slides my knickers up my thighs, complete with freshly placed pad. “That should keep you comfortable for the night,” he says.

“I hope I don’t ruin the sheets.”

He smiles. “It doesn’t matter if you do, sheets can be replaced, sweetheart.”

That’s not what I really want to say. I want to tell him there’s an icky sadness in my belly, as though I was secretly rooting for something I didn’t realise I wanted. I want to tell him that I’ve been having flutters doing my child development lectures at college and wondering how it would feel to have Daddy Nick’s baby growing inside me.

I want to tell him that maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. That maybe I’m more ready than I thought I was, want it far more than I ever expected it to.

I tell him nothing of the kind.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Laine

Kelly Anne pours us a sneaky vodka from her dad’s bottle and tops it up with cheap cola. She clinks her glass against mine as she plays some drum and bass compilation I really don’t like, as though simply having a bit of alcohol is cause for celebration. It doesn’t feel like it. Not so much.

I’ve learned since her last birthday that some celebrations really mean something, but it seems Kelly Anne didn’t get tagged in that particular life post.

“Gonna get so fucking trashed tonight!” she tells me, and my stomach rolls before I’ve even taken a sip. I have no doubt she’s gonna get so fucking trashed tonight, only there’s no way I’ll be joining her in that. Not with Daddy Nick’s Mercedes waiting like a pumpkin carriage as midnight strikes.

I’ve been telling her all week about my curfew. I didn’t say it like that, that it’s a curfew, just that we have plans. Plans. We do have plans actually. Nick is going to take me shopping for a Christmas party dress tomorrow once the birthday celebration is done and dusted. He always says birthday celebration in that tone now when it comes to Kelly Anne. He says everything in that funny tone when it comes to Kelly Anne.

“Are you wearing that?” she asks, and I stare down at myself to work out exactly which that she’s referring to. I’m dressed up, for me, wearing one of the sweet dresses Nick bought me and a pair of smart enough leggings underneath. He told me I looked beautiful, and I felt it. I’m not going to let Kelly Anne ruin that for me.

“I love this dress,” I tell her.

“Sure, it’s nice,” she says. “But we’re going out. Can’t you wear something more dressy?”

Slutty, she means.

Her own black little number is up to her ass and barely covers her nipples.

I’ve actually been wondering how it would feel to wear something like that, but only for him, and only at home. Only when his eyes are dark and dirty and he wants me like that.

I definitely wouldn’t want to wear it for a club full of drunk randoms, though.

“I love this dress,” I repeat, and there’s that confidence in my voice again that surprises me every time it comes out.

“Suit yourself,” she says, and downs the rest of her drink.

I take another sip of mine and it tastes icky.

“You used to be more fun than this.” She rolls her eyes. “This older guy crap is making you so dull, Laine.”

Not so long ago it would have hurt to hear I was dull. Not so long ago I’d have tried my best to make her birthday the best night ever and downed that vodka with her and told her she looks amazing.

Being with Nick is changing me, she’s right about that. I feel it right the way through me, the way I have so much less time for her nasty opinions, or her whining about what I should and shouldn’t be doing as her bestie. I didn’t realise how many little conditions she has over every single thing we do together.

Nick has rules, but they’re all for me, for us. Kelly Anne’s silly rules are for nobody else but herself.

She checks herself in the mirror for the millionth time, and snaps a selfie and uploads it with a load of trendy hashtags for her fake friends on Facebook, and then she grabs her handbag.

“Come on, bestieeeee,” she whoops. “It’s party time!”

I can hardly contain my excitement.

Nick

I wish she hadn’t gone. I wish she’d have decided for herself that her friend Kelly Anne treats her like a piece of shit on her shoe, keeping her close for the sake of vanity and little else.


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