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Once again, I looked to Nash, his still stunned expression reflectingmy own. He gave me a small nod, no doubt thinking the same as me. If Savannah didn’t have the right contactsthenDominique Chèron, the fashion designer who’d given Sav her break, definitely would.
“We have a deal,”I said, reaching out to shake his hand.“The moneywill be transferred later this afternoon.”
“And I’ll be in touch once I’ve spoken to Savannah,”Nash added, alsoshaking Diaz’s hand.
“Verygood,”Diaz replied, standing as Nash and I did.“If Freddyshows his ugly mug again, he won’t get a cent from me. But I should warn you, Freddy is the type of greedy asshole who will find someone else to borrow money from, and there are a lot of people out there who are ten times worse than me. The best thing you can do to keep your girl safe is put a bullet in Freddy Clarke’s head and be done with him.”
If only it was that easy.
Chapter 20
Fox
The delicious aroma of freshly baked cakes hit me as soon as Iwalked through the front door, the same smell I’d come home to every evening for the past four days.
Nash and Sav’s party was tomorrow night. All week, Cora had beenbaking cakes of different flavors for Sav to decide which ones she wanted for the party.The two of them had spent hours together and were well on their wayto becoming firm friends, something Cora was unbelievably happy about.
She’d never had friends before, and I hopedthatshe was starting to see Nash and Sav as more thanjustfriends.
They were her family, like they were mine.
When I’d left for work this morning, Cora had been in the process oflining up all the ingredients she would need on the counter, stressing about all she had to do. I’d offered to stay home to help her, but when shereminded methatI could barely toast bread without burning it, I took the hint and scarpered off to work.
Thatwas eight hours ago.
I made my way to the kitchen, amusement dancing through me whenI took in the state of the place. It was like a flour bomb had exploded, not to mention every side was littered with pots and pans, bowls of frosting, and discarded chocolate molds.
But standing in the middle of the kitchen with the biggest smile on herface was my beautiful girl. She’d ditched the apron she’d been wearing when I left this morning, one strap of her summer dress had fallen off her shoulder, and blobs of frosting coated the front of her dress, her cheek, and her hair.
“I did it,”she said as a way of greeting, disbelief etched all over herface.“Ireallydid it, Daddy.”
Behind her, on the kitchen island were rows and rows of perfectcupcakes. Fifty red velvet with cream cheese frosting, fifty chocolate with chocolate frosting, and each cupcake decorated with a white chocolate cake topper in the shape of a baby rattle, bottle, or pacifier.
“Come here, baby girl,”I said, loosening my tie.
With her huge smile fixed in place, she crossed the kitchen. Whenshe reached me, I pulled her into my arms and cupped her cheeks before lowering my mouth to hers. When my tongue swept inside her mouth, I could taste chocolate on her.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby girl. Never for one second did Ithink you wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“Thank you,”she said, taking a step back. Horror filled her eyeswhen she realized she’d pressed chocolate frosting against my suit.“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ve ruinedyour shirt.”
She quickly swiped a finger down my stomach, scooping theblob. As she turned toward the sink to wash her hands, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from going anywhere. Her eyes widened in question as I slowly lifted her finger to my mouthbefore wrapping my lips around the digit and sucking the frosting off. The taste of chocolate mixed with Cora’s scent instantly had my cock stirring to life.
“Mmm, taste’s good, baby girl. But you know, I think something ismissing.”
Her brows furrowed into a frown.“What?”
I grinned mischievously at her as I dropped her hand and reachedover to the side where a bowl of discarded cream cheese frosting sat. Dipping my finger into the mix, I used my other hand to slide the other strap off her shoulder before swiping the cream cheese over her collarbone.
“What are you doing?”she giggled, glancing down at the smear.
“Seeing what’s missing.”
Lowering my mouth to her collarbone, she threw her head back as Iran my tongue over her warm skin, lapping up the frosting.“Hmm, better. But something is still missing.”
Before she had a chance to object, I yanked the top of her dressdown, her tits springing free.
No bra.
