Page 140 of The Plan

“Jerk.”

With a smile, I lean down and kiss her. “Good night, Vidia. Call me if—”

“I’ll be fine. Good night, Sire.” I wait for a second, but she seems like she really will be okay, so I walk out.

When I get into the elevator of my apartment building, I peek down at Isabelle. “I know you’re awake, Isa. Can you walk, please?”

“Ugh, okay.” She tilts her head back as she lets out a sigh, and I put her down. When we walk around the corner, I notice Jackson, but he doesn’t see us yet, so I quickly turn back with Isa and squat down to her.

“Dad’s here early.”

A smile grows on her face, and she goes to walk off, but I grab her. “Remember what we said we’re telling him?”

An evil smile grows on her face as she nods. I chuckle at her and get back up.

When we reach him, Jackson squats down to hug Isa. “I missed you, princess.”

“I missed you too, little bitch.”

My hand flies to my mouth.Holy shit!I didn’t think she’d actually do it. I try not to laugh as Jackson pulls back from their hug in utter shock.

“Excuse me?” He looks up at me, and I shrug my shoulders as I fake my surprise.

“You’re a little bitch, Daddy.” She nods her head like she’s so sure in her statement, and Jackson’s jaw literally drops. I break into a laugh but then cover my mouth again, trying not to blow my cover, but it’s too late.

Jackson gets up and looks between the two of us. “Did you teach her that?”

I shake my head, but I can’t stop smiling.

“How was your day, little bit—”

“Isabelle!” Jackson looks down at his daughter. “Donotsay that again.” He uses his strict dad voice, and Isa looks scared. When she looks over at me, I give her a thumbs up and nod for her to go on.

“Okay, little bitch.”

I break into a laugh because she said exactly what we rehearsed. She’s a tiny genius. Jackson is looking at me like he wants to punch me in the face, but I know he won’t hit me in front of his daughter.

“This is not funny. Why would you teach her that?” He looks pissed. Just what I wanted. I don’t know why, but I find it genuinely funny when others are mad.

“Lighten up, you little bitch. She’s cute.” I point at Isa, and we both look down at her. She smiles up at us, proving my point. His kid is adorable, and it’s hilarious when kids curse. No one can convince me otherwise.

“Yeah, light up, little bit—”

Jackson gets down at her level. “If you say that again, you’re going straight to time-out. Do you understand me?” Isa’s shoulders slouch a bit, and she looks like she’s going to cry.

“Why do you always have to ruin everything?” I go to reach for her, but her annoying ass dad swats my hand away. I swat him back and look over at Isa.

“You’re not going to time-out. Don’t cry, Isa.”

He gets back up and turns to me. “She is going to time-out if she says it again.”

I roll my eyes at him and look over at Isa. When I wink at her, signaling the next thing we practiced, she slightly shakes her head, but I nod that it’s okay that she does it. When Jackson looks over at her, she furrows her brows like she’s mad and sticks out the middle finger at him. I laugh again and quickly take a picture of her. I’m making this shit my lock screen.

Jackson squats back down and covers her hand in his. “No iPad for the whole week.” Is he kidding right now?

“But Daddy—”

“No buts.” He shakes his head, and his voice is stern. She starts to cry, so I pick her up.

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