Page 10 of Scarlett's Mountain Man
But I feel like I am. Does he really stay up this late every night? He is the property owner, he probably has so much to do and I’m keeping him from it.
“Really, you aren’t. Some nights I don’t get to bed until one or two in the morning. And before you say anything, I wasn’t going to do anything tonight, so you aren’t keeping me from something, I promise, Little One.”
My stomach flips as he calls me Little One again. I have only been called Little One twice before, by my first Daddy, the only Daddy I’ve ever had. It was so many years ago, but I cherished the time I had with him.
It would have been perfect if we could have stayed together, but we weren’t right for each other. He wanted someone a little older when they went into Little Space, and I was younger. I have no ill feelings toward him.
I’ve secretly been wanting another Daddy, but with my luck, it would be an evil man who would hurt me. Maybe I’m destined to be alone for the rest of my life. That is better than being abused.
Thankfully, once I became pregnant,hestopped hitting me, but it just meant the verbal abuse got worse. He threatened me several times while I was pregnant, and I just knew, no matter if I had a boy or girl, I needed to leave.
Having him raise a son to become like him or selling my daughter to the highest bidder wasn’t on my list of things I wanted. How had I not understood he was this evil when I first got with him?
He was amazing at keeping his mask up in the beginning. Luring me into moving in with him and to depend on him until I had nothing left. When I couldn’t do anything for myself, he decided to show his true self.
“Are you hungry? Do you want something to drink?” Thorin asks, bringing me out of my thoughts. “My kitchen is just a couple of feet away from my room.”
My breath catches in my throat.
“Y-your room?” I squeak.
“Yes, my room. This is my room.”
And just like that, my worst fear has come true. Okay, maybe not my worst fear, but I shouldn’t be in here. He has to have an extra room. But it is a cabin, and it could be a one-bedroom cabin.
“Oh my goodness. I need to leave so you can have your room back. You could have put me in a different cabin,” I rush out. “I am so sorry about this.”
“I could have put you in my guest room or the Little room,” he adds on. “But I didn’t. I wanted you in my room.”
“Wh-what?” I whisper in disbelief.
Did he just say Little room? He said hewantedto put me in his room. Nothing is making sense. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant. My mind has to be playing tricks on me, it just has to be. I did not hear him say Little room.
“What to which part?” he asks.
“Everything?” I ask, becoming overwhelmed once again.
I hope and pray that I misheard him and he just meant extra room. It has to be that. I know I couldn’t have heard what he just said. Nope. Totally didn’t just hear him say Little room. My mind must be playing tricks on me because he can’t know.
Thorin sits next to me and reaches over to the dresser.
“Little room. I’m stepping out on a limb here and guessing that you’re a Little from this guy.” He holds Mr. Frizzy up.
My face goes red, and I shake my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Soyou wouldn’t mind if I kept him for myself?”
“No!”
I look down to see Juniper, still sleeping in my arms.
“No, you can’t keep Mr. Frizzy.” I look back at him. “You can’t. He’s been mine for years.”
“Shhh,” he gently says, reaching forward and wiping away a tear from my face. “I’m not going to take him. That wasn’t very nice of me to say that when you’re in a fragile state. Daddy’s sorry.”
My mouth hangs open. He just called himselfDaddy.
“I’m a Daddy Dom,” he states.
