Clair's POV
I wake up and realize I'm alone on the couch. I can hear Jakes voice coming from the next room over. " no man, she's beat up pretty bad." "Yeah, she came straight here afterwards." "I don't know why she trusts me, but she does! And I'm not going to break that trust!" "No I'll kill the bastard!" "No no mate, I just need your help, I can't leave her here alone. She won't even talk. She hasn't said a word since she got here. She can't lift her arm over her head. Man I don't know what do do." No, fuck man of course she doesn't know about that shit she just got her after her dad beat her you think I'm gunna try to make a move in her and have her call me daddy now?"
I sit up quickly. 'What the hell!?' I think 'Dady!?' But I can't help but feel turned on by that. It reminds me of that's dream from the other night. I hear him hang up the phone so I lay down and pretend to be asleep.
Jake walks back in and he crouches down next to me. He kisses me head and says "I just want you to stay safe princes. Daddy wants you to stay safe" I decide to mess with him skittle so I stir a little and mumble "daddy" and let my bum brush against him. I hear him struggle to hide a moan, as I have to struggle stifle a laugh. He just brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my forehead and whispers one day. Before walking away, leaving me wondering who he was talking to on the phone and what about.
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Mr. Daddy? (ON HOLD)
RomantikYou can call me jake, mr. Evans, or of course... Daddy. He says with that ever present smirk playing on his lips. The bad thing is, is that I start to deal heat pool between my thighs. Oh, Jake Evans... What are you doing to me? "Okay... Daddy" I s...
