7. Happy to Help

I’m not going to bother unpacking. I’m staying two nights, max, then I’m getting the fuck out of here. Evelyn in her tiny bathing suit, flipping me off, practically begging me to take her over my knee like I threatened at Vice.

Fuck.

I’m going to go crazy if I stay here.

I sit on the bed, breathing deeply. She’s Mark’s daughter. Mark’s girl.

But she’d called me Daddy so sweetly.

I’m going straight to hell for even remembering what we did. I need to push it from my mind. No more jerking off to the memories of her bent over that couch, taking my cock like a good girl.

Growling in frustration, I go back to the window overlooking the pool. She’s still on the lounge chair, her skin glistening in the sun as she reads something on her phone. Her light blond hair is darker because it’s wet, and those sunglasses hide her beautiful blue eyes.

Mark’s eyes. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize her at the club. I should have, but I was too eager to be with her—someone who’d thrown off that other asshole on the dance floor like a pro. She didn’t want to take his shit, which made her strong, and it made the prospect of dominating her even more tantalizing.

Yep. I gotta get out of here. I dominated her that night, but now she’s dominating my thoughts.

My phone chimes with a text and I look down to see a message from Mark.

Thanks for watching over my little girl. I know it’ll cramp your style, but knowing you’ll be there for the next few weeks while she gets over her heartbreak means the world to me. Thanks, brother.

Actually, I start to type out, I can’t stay as long as I thought…

I don’t send it. He needs me to do this, and he was here for me when I needed him. Anytime I need a place to stay, he lets me. Our parents might have sucked, but we always had each other. And if I can’t keep my dick in my pants while hanging around his daughter for a couple of weeks because apparently she’s been going through some shit, then I’m the asshole.

What is she going through, anyway? I remember that night, after we fucked, she said something about needing to get her life in order.

Of course, I write to Mark. Happy to help.

Pushing myself away from the window, I head downstairs and out to the pool.

Evelyn looks up, her beautiful lips pursed. “What’s up?”

“I’m going to stay. If I leave early, I’m letting Mark down. I can’t do it. But I’ll stay out of your way as much as possible, if you stay out of mine.”

“Sure.” She returns her attention to her phone, clearly dismissing me.

Her bratty behavior is pushing all of my buttons. She has to know this.

“Do you want to tell me why he’s so worried about you?” I ask.

“Not particularly.”

“Are you going out every night, making reckless decisions?”

She lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Just that one night.”

I rub the back of my neck, perplexed. What does she want from me? “Look, did I piss you off somehow?”

“No.” She sets her phone face-down on her thigh and blesses me with her full attention once more. “But you said it yourself, we’ll stay out of each other’s way, pretend it never happened, blah blah blah. So that’s what I’m doing.”

“We can still be civil.”

“Am I not civil right now?”

It takes all my willpower to not throw her over my lap and spank out her attitude. But she’s off limits now, forever. Whatever happened between us before, can absolutely not happen again.

“Right,” I say. “See you around.”

“Or not,” she mutters.

I pause, warring with my Daddydom instincts, then quickly stride back into the house.

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