Page 39 of Sweet Possession
With how excited she was for her first ever flight, I arranged for ourpilot, Richard, to show Cora the cockpit before we took off. She was enthralled, asking him question after question about how to fly the plane, listening intently to his answers before eagerly asking more.
Richard was patient. Our flight was supposed to take off twentyminutes ago, but I didn’t have the heart to stop her from learning. Her whole life, her cunt of a father had told her she was stupid, when she was anything but. There was no way I was going to stop her from absorbing every new bit of information she could soak up.
When she’d exhausted all her questions, I led her into the cabin toget comfortable while Richard prepared for takeoff. As soon as her ass hit the seat, she gaped out the window, her eyes wide and brimming with excitement.
I watched her watching the ground fall away as the plane took off, abright, happy smile firmly in place, and atthatmoment, I realized I couldn’t remember a time whenI’dbeen happier.
NotthatI’d ever have admitted it to Nash otherwise I’d never haveheard the end of it from the smug bastard, but he was right. I’d met the girl who was destined to be mine.
Cora Clarke was mine.
Mine to protect.
Mine to possess.
Mine to love.
When the plane was up in the air, and Cora’s view was obscured bythe clouds and the fading sunlight, she finally tore her gaze away from the window and pulled out her notepad and pen before busying herself on a spelling test I’d set for her.
I tried to focus on my laptop in front of me, the screen showing aresume from an applicant who’d applied for the general manager position. It was one of nine resumes I needed to read and digest before the interviews started tomorrow. But I couldn’t concentrate. Quite frankly, I didn’t give a fuck if Mr.James Newton had ten years experience working atThe Ritzin London, orthathe spoke three different languages.
I gave a fuck about the beautiful girl sitting opposite me, her browsfurrowed, and her legs tucked under her ass as she studied the words on the page in front of her.
To make it worse, she was wearing my clothes. Before we left, I’d toldher to wear something comfortable for the five-hour flight to New York. She’d come downstairs in my sweatpants and t-shirt, tied at the waist like before, and asked me if it was okay for her to wear them because she found them the most comfortable.
Of course I wasn’t going to say no, but seeing Cora in my clothes didsomething to me.
It drove me fucking wild.
Justlike it did the first time she called me Daddy.
Doing my best to focus on the screen, I scanned the skills section ofJames’ resume when from my periphery, I saw Cora put her pen down and push the paper to one side before looking out the window again.
“You stuck, baby girl?”I asked gently.
Over the last two weeks, I’d learned Cora didn’t like to ask for helpwhen she was stuck out of fear she was going to be berated. It was something I was determined to work on with her. I never wanted her to be scared to ask for help.
“No, I’ve finished,”she replied, meeting my eyes over the top of mylaptop.
“Already?Thatwas less than minutes.”They weren’t easy spellingseither. I’d expected her to take a lot longer than what she had to complete the test.
She shrugged, giving me a coy smile.“I think I’ve spelled them allcorrectly.”
I closed my laptop, the resume long forgotten as I pushed it awaybefore grabbing the piece of paper and scanning my eyes down the page.
Fuck me. She’d gotten all twenty spellings right.
A proud smile crept over my face as I looked across at her, findingher watching me with hopeful eyes.
“Come here, Cora.”I offered her my hand, and when her small palmlanded in mine, I pulled her into my arms, positioning her in my lap so her back was to my chest, and my legs were on either side of hers.“You got them all right.”
With one hand, I held the paper in front of her to see, my other handpressed against her stomach, holding her in place. When I’d pulled her into my lap, her t-shirt had ridden up slightly where it was knotted, and my fingers rested against a patch of her warm skin.
“I did?”she replied, disbelief in her voice.
“You did, baby girl,”I said, my breath whispering against the shell ofher ear as her sweet scent filtered up to my nose.
She was quiet for a moment as she scanned over the page, her bodyinflating with her own pride.“I did,”she repeated, only this time her tone held nothing but conviction.
