Page 95 of Sweet Possession
“I love you too, Daddy. Now get outta here, I’ve got too much to do tobe distracted by your kisses,”I said lightly.
“Have fun.”Withthat, he disappeared, and a few seconds later, thegrowl of his car rang out before fading as he drove away.
Lost in cake making, the day flew by. Fox phoned me aroundlunchtime to see how I was getting on, and to tell methathe’d ordered lunch for me, and it would be arriving shortly.
Sure enough, less than five minutes later, security at the gatedentrance phoned the house to confirm it was okay for the delivery guy to bring my lunch up.
I scoffed a delicious roast chicken salad sub as the first tier of thecake baked, snapping a photo to send to Fox of the empty wrapper after he told me to make sure I ate lunch.
While I busied myself with making a ridiculous amount of sugarflowers, I played music, singing loudly to different songs and laughing at myself for how bad my singing was but not caring.
I was enjoying myself.
For once, I was loving life.
Fox phoned again at dinner time, telling me to take a break and tomake sure I ate. Whatever he had been doing at work had ended up taking longer than he’d hoped, so he was onlythenheading out with Nash.
He said he’d only be going for a few beers, but I told him not to rushback. He deserved to have a night out with his friend.
By the time the cake was almost finished, dusk had fallen. I wasexhausted but overjoyed with how it had turned out. It was better than the image I’d had in my head, and I couldn’t wait to show it off.
I tidied up my mess and showered, wishing Fox was in the showerwith me to rub away the achethathad developed in my neck and back from where I was hunched over the counter making sugar flowers.
Once I’d put a pair of pajamas on, I snuggled under a blanket on thesofa in the living room and turned on the TV, wondering when Fox would be coming home.
The clock had ticked past 10 pm, and while I didn’t want to be theoverbearing girlfriend, checking in and demanding when her boyfriend was coming home, I couldn’t stop checking my phone to see if he’d messaged. My finger hovered over the call button numerous times before I talked myself out of ringing him.
I’d told him to enjoy his night, and I didn’t want to ruin it for him.
Giving up, I put my phone on the side and turned my attention to theepisode ofGrey’s Anatomythatwas playing. Fox had raved about the series, eventually convincing me to watch it. I’d only watched the first few episodes, and I was hooked.
But I must have dozed off as the jangling of keys opening the frontdoor woke me up. Rubbing my eyes, I dropped the blanket on the sofa as I made my way out to the hallway.
“Coooora,”Fox hiccuped, swaying in the open doorway. His whiteshirt was untucked, his tie hanging loose around the collar, and his top three buttons were undone.“Did…wake…you?”
An amused grin spread on my lips.“Are you drunk, Daddy?”
He hiccuped again. “Noooo,” he said, slurring. “What makes you shay that?”
I giggled when he shut the door a little too hard, telling it to be quietwhen the slam echoed through the house.
“Have you had a good night?”I asked as he threw his keys,attempting to get them in the bowl on the table but missing.
He prowled toward me but was unable to walk in a straight line, makingmy grin grow wider. I’d seen my dad drunk countless times, andwhenever he came home inthatstate, I’d make myself scarce and spend the rest of the night worrying if he was going to hurt me.
But seeing Fox drunk didn’t instigate the slightest hint of fear in me.Not with the silly grin on his lips.
“I had the best night. I was celebrating,”he said, reaching me. Theoverpowering smell of stale liquor hit me, radiating off Fox.
“It smells like it, Daddy,”I said, my tone full of mirth.“What were youcelebrating?”
“I mished you, baby girl,”he slurred, ignoring my question as heleaned down to kiss me, but lost his balance. I grabbed him before he could fall on me.“Oops, sssorry.”
Laughter burst free, earning me a fond smile from him.“Weshould get you up to bed, Daddy. I think you might have a bit of a hangover tomorrow.”
I took his hand and led him to the stairs.“Yeah, letss gotobed,”hebabbled, followed by somethingthatsounded like he said he wanted to have sex, but it came out in a garbled sentence, not making any sense at all.
Iverymuch doubted we would be having sex.
