9. Chapter 9

Daddy Jay

I sit in the driver's seat of my car tapping the envelope Demi left me against the steering wheel. I'm only a few blocks from her location. I can't believe she's at Club Lust. My knuckles are white from clenching my fist. It's so hard not to go bursting inside, throwing punches and demanding to know where my woman is. I think back to the words I shared with the team a few hours ago, realizing that trusting Demi's process has never been more difficult than it is right now. I take deep breaths, trying to calm myself down and focus on something else. At ten o'clock, I'm supposed to open the envelope. She's been inside for over an hour already. I have another fifteen minutes before my timer goes off.

Outside, the streets are empty and silent. There are no distractions from my thoughts. Next to me, Ricky stirs uncomfortably. I know he can sense my unease. If Edward was in on this, I'm going to break his nose for sticking it where it doesn't belong. Did he really think it would be okay to sneak around my back like this? I curse under my breath and check the time again. Ten more minutes. The wait is dragging on and on. It feels like I'm losing my damn mind. I try to distract myself by replaying the birthday blowy in my head. I lean back into the seat and close my eyes. It was so fucking hot. I can never get enough of how naughty my girl gets for me.

Ricky shifts next to me again, pulling me from my thoughts, and I check the time. Five more minutes. Unable to think about anything else, I watch as the seconds tick by, waiting anxiously for the time to reflect ten o'clock precisely. Finally, after what feels like forever, my alarm goes off and I hastily rip open the envelope. Inside is a note from Demi and three little blue pills taped to the opposite side of the card. Below them it reads:

Keep track of these this weekend and take one any time you're ready for a good time.

She drew a winking face below the note. I pinch the bridge of my nose and laugh. I've been sitting here anxious over opening up a card full of either Viagra or street drugs for hours. Boy, did she have me played. I start to tuck the card away and then remember there's writing on the other side too. My eyes skim over the generic happy birthday poem and stop when they land on her handwriting.

Happy birthday to my big, sexy, baddy Daddy,

In thirty minutes, track me down and find my location. When you arrive, check in with Cecile. Most importantly, don't get mad. I'll have your present waiting for you upstairs. I wasn't sure how to wrap it for you this year.

She didn't sign the card, instead she kissed it with bright red lipstick. This woman and her surprises. Why do they both keep me coming back for more year after year? I roll down my window and light a cigar. If I have to wait longer, I may as well try to relax. I close my eyes and inhale, then let the smoke out slowly. I'll torture her later for making me wait all night to fuck what's mine, and on my birthday weekend, of all things. She's bratting hard for a punishment, and it's going to be exactly what she receives.