Page 240 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Really Gwen? Tartlet? Aren’t you beyond cattiness yet?”
Wordlessly Gwen points a red-tipped finger at me. “I still own half this resort, Amadeo.”
“Zoë’s my guest.” My hand tightens on Zoë’s again and she looks at me. Something unspoken passes between us and it’s like she sees through me right into my mind.
“Your guest?”
“I’m his girlfriend.”
Gwen’s eyes widen for a split second and then fall to something resembling a bored feline. As much as I loathe the word girlfriend, it doesn’t bother me when Zoe claims the status. Maybe because of our exchanged look a moment ago and knowing this is specifically for Gwen’s benefit.
“Amadeo doesn’t do girlfriends, honey.” Gwen tips her head to the side, pasting a sympathetic pout on her face. One I know holds zero sympathy. “You’re nothing more than a sex toy.”
I curse under my breath. “Gwen is my ex-wife. And a self-proclaimed bitch, to which I agree wholeheartedly.”
She laughs. “I’m also half-owner of this resort, Amadeo, so be nice.”
I feel Zoë shift beside me.
“Oh, that surprises you? Interesting.” Gwen’s eyes hone in on Zoë.“You’re cute and little.” She clicks her tongue, her eyes roving as she inspects the beautiful woman beside me.
I crack my neck, anger rising. She’s got me by the balls and she knows it. She doesn’t have to sell her half of the resort back to me, and she’s been using it to toy with me, like a cat plays with a mouse, for months.
“She’s just your type, Deo.” Although Gwen’s words are clearly directed at me, she’s still looking at Zoë. “How long have you had her? I’d love to see you punish her.” She smiles crookedly. “For old times’ sake.”
I shake my head. “We have somewhere to be,” I say, tugging on Zoë’s arm in an attempt to save her from my ex, but she doesn’t move. I look down at her expression, surprised by how calm it is, but I shouldn’t be. Zoë’s a different breed.
“It’s okay honey, you’re allowed to speak. This isn’t the nineteen-fifties.” Gwen rolls her eyes. “Couldn’t find a sub with a little backbone?”
“Gwen.” My tone hints a warning that I’m about to explode, sale be damned, but while Gwen brushes it off. Zoe suddenly looks at me like I’m ice cream in July. God, she’s so sweet and sexy.
“Do you call him Sir, or Master?”
“That’s enough. What’s wrong with you?” I release Zoë’s hand and step protectively in front of her, shielding her from my ex’s assault.
“Actually, neither,” Zoe pipes up, stepping out from behind me, surprising us both. Gwen’s eyes dart to mine and the corner of her mouth tightens in amusement as if she’s suddenly surprised by her prey and wondering if I am too. “I call him Daddy.”
Chapter Seven
Zoë
Amadeo looks like he’s about to choke, which he covers quickly enough with a cough, but he doesn’t need to worry, Gwen isn’t focused on him. She’s looking at me, her eyes as wide as if she’d seen a flying saucer.
“Come on, Daddy, I’m starving,” I add, and grab Amadeo’s hand to tug him forward. “I hope you have a lovely night, Gwen.”
Once we’re in the clear and far enough away from his ex, I turn to apologize, but what I see stops me before the words leave my mouth.
Amadeo’s eyes are heated, no, they’re five-alarm-fire hot.
“I…”
His hands clamp onto my upper arms, and he yanks me forward, his mouth crushing mine. My words are lost, swallowed by one of us as our mouths meld together.
When he pulls back just enough for me to breathe, his eyes find my lips and he whispers against them.
“Call me that again, and we won’t make it back to the room.”
I swallow hard, pulling back a little more. “Daddy, please fuck me now.”
