Page 8 of Stalker Daddy

I can’t do that when she’s sleeping a room away from me.I won’t know immediately if something is happening, and those are the odds that should not exist.

“I can take the floor or the couch,” I offer.

She stumbles up to me, hands holding my arm with hesitation.“N-no!You don’t have to, I can—”

“No.You are taking the bed.”I stop her rambling.

“It’s your home…” She trails off quietly.

I consider myself a man of selfishness and a bastard thoroughly.I like to exploit weaknesses, and Fia happens to be scared of troubling others with her concerns.She thinks they aren’t important, and it’s fine if she doesn’t address it, and it’s a way in for me.

“We’re sharing?”she whispers.

“Do you have another idea?”I ask back.

She shakes her head, ears red and cheeks redder.Fia balances her weight on the other foot, shoulders hunched over as she refuses to meet my eyes.

“Then, I want you to be clean and in bed within the next hour.”My command has her ass running down the stairs with a shout of conformation.

The bathroom door opens and slams shut on the floor, and a grin cracks open my calm façade.She is too naïve, and she’s another step into the lion’s den, but I believe she is closer to the mouth where she will be devoured if she’s not careful.

I’m counting on her gullibility.

When she comes out of the bathroom, flushed and steam coming off her pink skin, I want to grab her hips and kiss her plump lips.I surprise myself with the sheer determination to do the right thing for her.

I take a quick shower without wasting too much time thinking about the day.We have no outside communication, so there is no way to know what Cyrus and his wife are up to, but sooner or later, Fia will want to know how the chemotherapy is going.

I will think of a solution later, but now it is time to be closer to my darling than any man has ever been.

I walk back up the stairs in the darkness other than the night lamp illuminating the second floor.Fia is already in bed, head poking out from the white duvet that I have gotten for her soft little body.

She looks perfect on my bed, but I completed the picture by sliding in.

Her high-pitched squeak comes out, whether she wanted to or not.The embarrassment is clear on her face, but I keep a calm composure.

We lay in silent darkness as I turn the night lamp off.It’s a constant temperature in the cabin, but I had turned up the heating system for her since it is colder at night than in the morning.It’s worse when it’s in the woods and right in front of a lake.

Time ticks by and the moon above that shines through the window on the ceiling casting a shadow on her delicate features as her breathing slows down.

I want to test out the theory I have.If her home life is as disastrous as the media had reported and the information I had not exactly legally obtained, then I will be correct in my assumption.

“Sleep closer, darling.”

She murmurs, half asleep and too exhausted from today’s events.

“Okay, Daddy.”

A manic grin splits on my face.

Chapter Three

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Fia

Yawning through an off-tuned note on my violin, I groan with a cringe at the pitched sound.

I blame it on the lack of sleep last night.How could I even get any rest when I have Vito right next to me, arms coiled around me, and the suffocating heat eating away the coldness of the cabin?

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