Page 29 of The Hottest Daddy
“The bullet missed my vital organs but I lost a lot of blood. And they couldn’t get the bullet out; it’s still lodged in my spine.”
His fingers were immediately stroking the small of her back and she smiled at him. “So it’s always fun times going through airport security.”
“I hate the thought of you being hurt.”
“We all have been hurt, whether it’s physical or sexual or emotional. The main thing is—I got through it. You got through yours. And we’re together. I love you, River.”
“As I love you, baby. You are the first woman I have ever loved—romantically, I mean. And more than that, you are the first woman since my mom who I trust completely.”
“Don’t tell Carmen that.” Sunday smiled at him but his eyes were serious.
“Carmen is Carmen. She’s like my surrogate mother; sometimes I forget she isn’t my mom. But you know what I mean. With my heart. I trust you with my heart.”
Sunday felt tearful. “And I trust you with my life. If you need me, when Angelina is here, I’m there, baby. Fuck everything else. I’m with you.”
They made love in the cooling water, then again in his bed. Afterward, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. “I’m looking forward to waking up with you.”
“Me too.”
River soon fell asleep but Sunday couldn’t manage to drift off. She lay in his arms until she was sure he was fast asleep, then slipped out of bed. Maybe if she read a while, she’d be able to go to sleep.
The house was so quiet at night. Outside, the moon was full, and it cast a blue light throughout the house. The lake outside was as still as glass. Sunday went to her office and picked up one of Ludovico Giotto’s diaries. Snapping on a small reading light, she pushed her glasses into her nose and began to read.
It wasn’t until an hour later when she realized. Suddenly she knew why River had wanted his father’s diaries transcribed. He wanted to know. He wanted to know if his father had known about Angelina’s abuse of his son.
“Oh, God, please no …” Sunday shook her head, scared at the weight of expectation she suddenly felt. If Ludo had known …
Should she lie? If it came to it, was it better for River to believe his father was ignorant of it all, even if he wasn’t?
“Fuck.” She ran her hands over her eyes. What should she do?
She felt faintly nauseous and shoved the diary back onto the desk and shut off the lamp. She walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of ice water. She drained in then closed her eyes.
She felt him behind her and turned as he reached for her. His lips were against hers and she opened her mouth to speak but he shook his head. In the blue moonlight, he looked even more dangerously sexy and as he lifted her onto the counter and parted her legs, Sunday gave herself to him. He pushed her back and hitched her legs around him. His cock nudged at her and then buried itself deep into her. Sunday’s back arched as River fucked her, both silent except for their gasps for breath.
She came, hard, and River muffled her cries with his mouth, his cock pumping thick, creamy cum deep inside her. As she panted, trying to catch her breath, he swept her into his arms and back to the bedroom, where they made love again.
Sunday stroked his face afterward as they recovered. “I love you so much,” she whispered, and River nodded, his eyes on hers.
“You are my world now,” he said simply, and kissed her again.
This time, Sunday had no trouble falling asleep in his arms.
Outside of the house, the man clicked off another few shots of the sleeping couple. The shots would be dark but he couldn’t risk using his flash. Luckily for him, the bright moon illuminated the sleeping lovers and he managed to get shots of their faces.
Later, back at the motel, he sent them through to his client. A few minutes later, a bank transfer was issued in payment. A brief email told him, “Great job.”
And that was that.
In New York, Angelina Marshall started to laugh as she looked at the photographs, and she picked up her cell phone and called Scanlan. He wasn’t pleased about being woken.
“What the fuck could you possibly want at this hour, Angelina?”
“Oh, I think you’re going to want to speak to me much more nicely than that,” she purred, victorious. “You’renevergoing to guess who River Giotto’s new paramour is …”
Chapter Fifteen
A few days later and Sunday kissed River goodbye as she prepared to hunker down in her apartment for the next few days. “You promise if you need me, you’ll call?”
