Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“He’s old,” I whisper to Terrence, who sits down on the sofa. “We have to talk slow for him.”
Jace smacks my arm. “Stop being a bitch and get to explaining.”
“Don’t touch me,” I grind out, hissing at him. “I honestly don’t want to have to say it twice. I’ll wait for Dad.”
The room falls blissfully silent. I close my eyes, reveling in the absence of sound. Seconds later, the quiet is interrupted when Dad enters the loft, a sack in his hand.
“Hey, princess,” Dad calls out as he heads into the kitchen. “Hey, Terrence.”
After he drops his bag off, he comes into the living room. His eyes dart around to the three of us, waiting for someone to speak.
“Jace almost got crabs, but I rescued him,” I reveal. “Seriously, stop bringing skanks here or I’m moving in with Cal.”
Dad snorts. “It’s bad enough one of my girls lives with Cal Hutton. Two is out of the question.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “What’s going on? Be serious.”
“We went to his house,” Terrence mutters. “She’s mine. Zella is mine. The dates add up, man.”
Dad glowers at me. “What the hell did you do, Penny?”
“I peeked at her file and found her address.” I shrug. “Smash and I went to pay her a visit—”
“You can’t do shit like that,” Dad barks out, throwing his hands in the air. “I don’t even have to tell you the laws you violated that could put my practice in jeopardy.”
“But he wants to name them all,” Jace taunts. “I can see him reciting them in his head. Come on, Gary, tell us all about the penal codes—”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Dad growls at his best friend, shooting him the bird. “Besides that very important fact, you could have endangered yourself, Penny!”
I curl my lip up, edgy from the decibel of Dad’s voice. “I had a bodyguard. Terrence had my back.”
Dad shoots Terrence a murderous glare. “It was stupid.”
“Anyway,” I grind out, annoyed he won’t let me finish without flipping a gasket. “I looked this dude up on social media. He’s a total fuddy-duddy old man with a beer belly. We were fine. Now focus on the main part of the story.”
Dad scowls, but I continue.
“Zella is Terrence’s. There’s no doubt about it. The timeline matches up. We need to get Blowjob Barbie to help us get her back,” I exclaim.
Jace chuckles. “Blowjob Barbie. I’m so gonna call Samantha that when I see her next time.”
Dad pinches the bridge of his nose before finally sitting down next to Terrence. “We can pursue this. Legally. No more recon missions. I’m serious.” He turns to Terrence. “You want to see that little girl? Then you need to play by the rules.”
Jace leans into me. “Your dad has such a hard-on for rules.”
“And you have a hard-on for skanks in spandex. We all have our faults, pet.”
“Let me…” Dad trails off. “Let me get with Samantha and we’ll get the ball rolling.”
Terrence clears his throat. “I, uh, just started my job as coach, so I can pay my way now. For everything.”
Dad arches a brow at him. “I can barely afford Samantha. Trust me, she’s too expensive. I’ll handle it.”
“She does me for free,” Jace says, his lips curling into an evil grin. “Does Jordy for free too.”
“Maybe Samantha has a hard-on for deviance,” I offer. “In that case, Terrence is a shoe-in for Blowjob Barbie pro bono work.”
“Penny,” Dad says in exasperation.
“Yes, Daddy?” I bat my lashes at him.
He sighs heavily. “You’re my most difficult child.”
“It’s why I’m your favorite,” I explain slowly because he’s old.
The smirk on his face tells me I’m not wrong.
Terrence’s penetrating stare has me recoiling. Dad and Jace start discussing something, but I lose focus, fixated on the way Terrence sees inside of me.
With Terrence, I sort of forget about my walls. He’s seen me break down a few times lately. When I’m around Dad, I have to keep a huge-ass brick wall up in front of me. He’s a doctor and senses when people aren’t right.
I like my life, even if it is a little loud.
I certainly don’t need Dad giving me pills to numb my world, or worse yet, send me away to some asylum because everyone around me makes me positively insane simply by breathing, chewing, and existing.
Terrence’s eyes narrow. He sees me. Thankfully, for me, his nice pink lips stay firmly pressed together. Our secret. I can handle Terrence knowing I’m a freak, but if I want to stay Daddy’s favorite, I need to keep this little tidbit away from my father.
Terrence
Every time I close my eyes, I see her face.
My daughter. She has to be. I see Lacey in her, but I see so much of me. With thoughts of Zella comes the anger. Why was she kept from me for four and a half years?