Page 130 of Driftwood Daffodil

The instant I parked, I opened the door and stepped out onto the driveway, so fast that Nova flopped face first into the driver seat.

“Get out,” I growled when she rolled her head to gawk up at me.

And what did she do? She giggled. Fucking giggled like this shit was a goddamn game. Who knows, maybe it was? Maybe she wasn’t drugged at all, and was having fun fucking with me.

“Why are your legs so long? Are you part giraffe? Oh, maybe you’re a spider.”

Nova wiggled her fingers through the air like spider legs and laughed.

Okay so she was drugged, and apparently incapable of getting out. I waited for her to crawl out onto the gravel, but she just laid there looking up at me and laughing.

I sighed, just when I thought she couldn’t be anymore exhausting.

“Alright, let’s go,” I reached in to pull Nova out, thinking that she would walk like a normal person to the door.

I was wrong.

She crumpled on the ground with another giggle, and sang, “My legs don’t work.”

Really? Ugh fine, guess I was carrying her.

Bending down, I scooped Nova off the ground and threw her over my shoulder. She continued to chuckle as her top half flopped over me like a rag doll. I just rolled my eyes and headed for the door.

“I can see your butt.”

A pair of hands slapped down on my ass, making me pause mid stride.

Did she just fucking spank me?

My jaw clenched as her palms came down one after the other while Nova sang, “Bee boop bee do.” In time with her slaps.

“Keep that shit up and you’ll be sorry.”

“Oo, I’ll be sorry,” she mocked, then smacked both her hands down and dug her fingers into my ass. “Someone has buns of steel.”

And someone else was about to have a real sore fucking ass in the morning. The only person here that would do any kind of spanking was me. I didn’t give a shit if she was drugged or not. If anything that just added to my reasons for reprimand. When I was done with her, Nova wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

Thankfully when we walked in the house she seemed to lose interest in my backside.

“The floor is so shiny.”

Apparently our hardwood was much more interesting. That is until she saw Saul standing by the stairs.

“Hi,” Nova lifted her torso and waved at him, making me clamp my arm around her waist to keep my balance.

Sure, now she can fucking move.

Saul arched a brow at me.

I just shook my head and muttered, “Don’t ask,” before walking up the stairs.

My first thought was to drop Nova off in one of the spare rooms, but then she tried to grab a bust of the virgin Mary off a table, because apparently she needed a hug, and I decided it probably wasn’t a good idea to leave her unsupervised. So I took her to my room.

“Alright, it’s time for you to go to sleep.” I walked across the room and dropped her into a red loveseat in the corner.

She bounced on the cushions and shot me a frown, “But I’m not tired.”

“I don’t give a shit.” I growled while marching over to sit on my bed.

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