Page 54 of Brat Baby
She comes to a stop only a few feet from me, and we stare at each other, the distance between us so little, yet so far. Swallowing hurts, so does breathing. My entire body is humming with energy, the likes of which I have never felt before.
She is right fucking there.
The weariness that filled every bone in my body only a minute ago burns away in her presence. Instead, ice and fire race up and down my veins as I fight the urge to scoop her up into my arms and keep her forever.
Literally.
Take her back to my place and into my bed, her brown waves tousled over my pillows after I’ve given and taken everything she has, her body, mind, and heart sated. But…
How the fuck is she even here? Why the fuck is she here?
She can’t be fucking here. I absolutely do not have the strength for this. Physical or mental. She needs to leave. I’m not strongenough to resist. We haven’t spoken to Thayne yet. I’m going to fuck this up for everyone.
Marie’s small cough and voice snap me out of the moment. “This is Emery. Emery, Darcy.”
Emery smiles and holds out the hand that isn’t clutching the robe between her breasts, pretending like we don’t know each other. Like I hadn’t covered her in my cum every chance I had not two weekends ago. “Hi.”
I stare at her hand, a glare forming at the cosmic fucking injustice of all this. So, it’s perfectly acceptable for Emmy to pose, naked, in front of an entire classroom full of students and their lecturer, but she can’t have a consensual relationship with me? She can be a student and model nude, but she can’t be a student and choose who she wants to be in a relationship with?
What the fuck even is that?
Anger boils in my gut, locking me rigidly into place. I trace my gaze from her hand, up her arm, over the robe, and back up to her face. Her smile dims, the corners drooping and the little twinkle of mischief snuffing out as my frustration focuses on her.
Why the hell is she here? The only reason I haven’t broken down and thrown everything to the fucking wind is because I’ve forced myself to stay away. I was doing okay—not great, but still, I was coping.
Now she shows up, here, inmyspace, painfully tracing over all the cracks and flaws in this sculpted jail cell I’ve confined myself to.
No. No, I’m not going to let her ruin everything we are trying to achieve. She’ll understand next week. But right now, she has to go. There is absolutely no way I can handle having her as the model, having my entire class ogling her body that is only meant for our eyes now. No.
“Absolutely fucking not,” I growl, the noise so low I don’t recognize it as my voice. I grab her arm and drag her back intomy office, ignoring the shocked sound that comes from Marie and the confused murmurs of my students.
As soon as we are through the door, I slam it shut and yank down the little curtain thing over the viewing window to block out any prying eyes.
When I turn back around to Emmy, I’m expecting fear, nervousness, or contrition, but that is not what I get. Instead, she yanks her arm out of my grasp and narrows her eyes at me.
I see her irritation in her clenched fists on her hips and hear it in the venom in her voice. “Excuse the fuck out of you. The last time I checked, you weren’t my daddy anymore, which means you do not get to tell me what I can and can’t do.”
Fury burns along my skin. “Whether or not I’m your daddy is irrelevant. I’m telling you to leave my class. Your services as a model are no longer required. I’ll make sure Marie pays you, but you need to leave, right now, or so help me, princess.”
I know I’ve fucked up the moment the endearment leaves my lips.
Emmy’s features smooth out and that twinkle returns to her eyes, a mischievous smile overtaking her face. Between this breath and the next, I watch the transformation between my baby girl and the brat we have only seen glimpses of so far.
Backing up a couple of steps until her ass bumps into the edge of my desk, she smirks at me. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to do that. You need me. Your class needs me. Or how are you going to explain that your personal life is jeopardizing their education? Besides, I need the money. My previous… arrangement is no longer an option.”
Before I can formulate a response through the rising red haze, she lets go of the robe and leans back against my desk. And motherfucking fuck.
The robe slides open like a fucking stage curtain, exposing cleavage, a hint of underbreast, her belly button, and hersmoothly shaven pussy. White noise fills my head as I stare, utterly transfixed as she parts her thighs the tiniest amount.
I can hear my brain screaming at me to not look, to turn away, but I am utterly paralyzed. The fantasies that have plagued me for the past week and a half are absolutely nothing compared to this fucking moment.
But I don’t get to relish in it the way I want to. There is a quick tap on the connecting door before it opens and Marie’s head pops in. “Is everything okay?”
Her eyes switch between me and Emmy, pausing on Emmy, then widening as they scan her from head to toe, before returning to me, a nervous air suddenly flowing from her.
Emmy doesn’t even bother to cover herself up; she just shrugs and shoots a smile at Marie. “Everything is fine with me, but I think Darcy needs to take a minute to himself.”
“Don’t be a brat,” I all but growl at her, infuriated by the joy she can barely contain at this situation.
