Page 7 of Submitting to Daddy
“I know this is going to come as a shock to the three of you,” Eavan snarks, “but not every woman in the city is going to spread her legs simply because you’re a King.”
“You sure about that?” Enzo smirks. “Because it worked with you, princess.”
Eavan lightly smacks his arm as I swallow my semi-feigned disgust. “I was really hoping after the two of you moved into your own place that I wouldn’t have to hear about your sex life anymore.”
“I’ve heard more than enough about their sex life for three lifetimes. I want to know more about the mystery woman at the bar.” Nikolai pulls the conversation back. “What’s her name?”
“Roark… Madison Roark,” I answer. “Why?”
“I need to know the name of the woman who gave Cillian King the boot,” Nik laughs. “Next time I see her, I need to buy her a drink.”
“She didn’tbootme,” I huff, irritation prickling me. “She just went home.”
“Withoutyou,” he emphasizes. “That’s new.”
“She said I’d be seeing plenty more of her,” I add, not quite sure who I’m trying to convince.
Eavan frowns slightly. “What does that mean?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
“Could be a threat,” Enzo laments with a shrug. “Or maybe she knows someone we know. Maybe she works with one of the organizations we deal with?”
I shake my head. “She said she was new in town. And if she was… like us… There’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed her before tonight. Yet, she was certain I’d be seeing her again.”
Nikolai chuckles. “You sound obsessed.”
“I’m curious,” I correct, but the word sounds too soft for what’s crawling under my skin. “She didn’t act impressed. Didn’t flirt. She didn’ttry. That’s what’s sticking with me.”
“You’re used to being wanted.” Eavan sips her drink. “She didn’t give you that. Now your ego is bruised, and you need to fix it.”
“My ego isn’t bruised.”
“Sure,” she exhales dryly.
I lean back in the booth, one hand tapping against the side of my glass. “It’s not about rejection. It’s the way she handled it. Like she wasn’t just brushing me off, it was more that she had plans. Like walking away from me was step one toward something bigger.”
“Bigger how?” Enzo asks.
“If I knew, I’d be following her,” I mutter. “But she left me standing there. Barely gave me a second glance.”
“You going to let that go?” Nikolai half-smirks.
“No.” I look up slowly. “No, I’m not.”
He laughs. “I knew it. Ob-sess-ed,” he emphasizes every syllable with such cockiness, I have to fight the urge to slughim.
“If she was bluffing,” I mumble, “if that was her way of blowing me off, fine. But if she meant it? If we’re really going to cross paths again?—”
“You want to be ready,” Enzo finishes.
I nod. “Exactly.”Just… ready for what?
There’s a short pause before Nikolai raises his glass. “To Madison Roark, the first woman to leave Cillian King with his cock in his hand.”
Eavan clinks her glass against his with a giggle. “May there be many more.”
“Really?” I huff.
