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Which meant it was only a matter of time before he could have her over his knee, and then under him in bed, begging Daddy for release while he fucked them both to the edge of sanity.

He couldn’t fucking wait.

Frankie

“Bossy, hardheaded, overbearing,insufferableman,”she muttered to herself as she stomped up the stairs to his bedroom.

Okay,maybeit was nice to know he wanted her by his side. And that everything was being taken care of, without her having to lift a finger.

So why did she feel so fucking annoyed by it all of a sudden? At the hospital, even the first few days here at his house, all she’d felt was relieved that Daddy was there, handling all the details so she didn’t have to worry about anything.

Now, however, she just wanted… Shit. She wasn’t even sure what she wanted.

Her friends from the club would be able to help. Pulling her phone from her jeans pocket, she swiped open the big group chat and stared at the most recent messages. Lottie had sent an update letting everyone know Frankie was with Holden, safe and sound, but she hadn’t elaborated. Which was for the best, but that left it to Frankie to explain her disappearing act. And if she tried to explain, she’d have to tell them all about her ‘illness’ and how fucking weak she’d been.

Again.

Unwilling, or maybe just too damn cowardly to face that level of humiliation just then, she shoved her phone back in her pocket and went in search of her purse. Keys in hand, she headed back down the stairs. Holden was waiting for her at the bottom of the steps, and when he held his hand out, she rolled her eyes before dropping her keys into his outstretched palm.

“I still say I’m fine to drive.”

Sliding a hand around the back of her neck, he squeezed, just hard enough to have her heart leaping into her throat as she looked up into those serious brown eyes.

“Who makes the rules, little girl?”

How easily she slipped into that role, at least with him. All it took was one touch, one look to bring her to heel. It always embarrassed her a bit in the aftermath, but in the moment all she knew was him, and the submission he demanded.

“You do, Daddy.”

“Damn straight. And do I bend on rules when it comes to your safety, physical, mental, or otherwise?”

“No, Daddy.”

“No, I absolutely do not. So that’s the last argument I want to hear about it. Am I understood, Francesca?”

“Yes, Sir.”

This wasn’t news to her. She’d learned this lesson the hard way once before, and it had sent her in such a downward spiral she’d cut things off completely.

And that little voice lingered in the back of her mind. The one that whispered she still wasn’t good enough, smart enough, submissive enough for him. That she didn’t deserve the love and care he was pouring into her right now.

If she was being honest with herself, the voice was probably right. He’d realize it eventually, and then she’d have no choice but to go crawling back to her parents.

Just a week. Maybe two. All she needed was enough time to get her eating habits back under control and come up with a good explanation for why she’d dropped out of med school before she went home again.

Or maybe she’d just move instead. She had plenty of money in the trust fund her grandmother had left her, the one she’d had access to since she’d turned twenty-one. She could move across the country, start a new life free from her parents and theirexpectations.Somewhere Holden Prescott could never find her. Then he’d have to move on, find a real submissive, someone worthy of a Daddy like him.

Soon. A month tops. And by then, he’d be so sick of her he’d probably put her on a damn plane himself.

Chapter8

Holden

It took longer than he’d expected to sort through her storage unit, mostly because she hadn’t bothered to stack her boxes in any kind of order that made sense. By the time they’d finished, she’d looked so exhausted and drawn he’d made the executive decision to skip the grocery store and he’d sent her upstairs for a nap the second they got home. While she’d napped, he’d unpacked her boxes from his SUV and stacked them in the living room so he wouldn’t disturb her.

Now, he was back in the kitchen, making roast chicken and vegetables for dinner, while Frankie shifted restlessly in an empty corner, her bare bottom on display. She’d done nothing but argue and snap at him from the moment she’d woken up from her nap and he’d finally had enough when she’d tried to carry one of her boxes upstairs after being told repeatedly not to touch them.

The timer on his phone chimed, letting him know she’d been standing there for a solid ten minutes. “You can come out of the corner now, baby.”

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